The imposing wolf pack, heads raised to the sky, howled with an elegant curvature. A visage of nobility, an aura of a ruler.
When the seven wolves howled in unison, their momentum was incomparable to that of an ordinary pack of wolves.
The monkeys that were gradually approaching, upon hearing this call, shook their tiny bodies, their monkey faces expressing human-like dilemmas, caught between reverence and submission to the king, and fear.
But within a few seconds, the monkey troop quickly retreated, fleeing in all directions, their incessant shrill screams particularly piercing. Upon closer inspection, some monkeys were even trembling slightly, much like the little monkey that was desperately trying to jump from Gu Shaoqing's shoulder to a nearby tree. Even the sparrows perched in the trees flew off in a frightened flurry, creating quite the commotion.
