Upon hearing this crisp howl, Weisheng Yueren's smile deepened even further.
The pack of wolves that had been fiercely battling in front stopped in their tracks upon hearing the sound. In unison, they howled at the moon, their calls echoing through the sky: "Awoo, awoo, a-awoo."
After howling, they turned and bolted, with such decisive ease it was as if they waved a paw and didn't take a single cloud with them—wait, that seemed like the wrong expression. Li Yuxuan's mouth hung open in shock as he watched the wolves, on their way out, even drag a few corpses with them. They took more than clouds; they also took the bodies. These days, wolves were as shrewd as humans; they wouldn't labor for free and remembered to carry some "provisions" after the first work.
However, such a large pack of wolves, hidden within these deep and ancient woods, must not have feasted on meat for a long time. Would this small amount of "food" be enough for them?
