The sky had brightened, and people began to descend the mountain, investigating the situation from the previous night. When they saw the wolf carcasses scattered across the ground, the first thing everyone did was to clutch their stomachs and vomit, followed by a deep sense of shock.
Five to six hundred green-eyed red wolves, none had survived, and of the more than one thousand five hundred students, aside from Zhiyan who was taken away by a mysterious expert, most only sustained minor injuries and were not in any mortal danger.
When Zhiyan woke from her slumber, she found herself next to a pool of azure water, with Ming Yihan holding her and gazing deeply into her eyes.
"Cough cough, um, how long have I been asleep?" Zhiyan asked with a small blush on her face, feeling embarrassed.
"Not long," Ming Yihan shook his head, his voice as warm and enchanting as aged fine wine.
