Just as Lu Ban moved towards the Winter Wolves, the Master of the Demonic Tide finally took notice of Lu Ban's existence.
It saw a tiny dot moving through the packs of Winter Wolves towards itself, which was a rare sight.
Frost had descended numerous times upon the land, and with each occurrence, howling wolves brought fear and death.
All of humanity could not destroy it, only survive in blizzards. With every Demonic Tide, countless Winter Wolves perished under human resistance, but that was inconsequential. Should it wish, countless Winter Wolves could be created in the blink of an eye. A millennium was but a fleeting moment for the Winter Wolves, and humanity's attacks and defenses were merely a brief entertainment in the long course of time.
In fact, the Winter Wolves bore no malice towards humanity.
Of course, they did not harbor any good will either.
