In the forest.
Chen Fan, Yang Tianzhen, and Yang Wanli were gathered around a campfire, above which hung two wolf thighs that had been roasted to a crispy exterior and tender interior, glistening with golden juices.
Surrounding the trio, no less than a hundred ferocious and starving wolves lay prostrate on the ground, shivering all over, with the Wolf King not daring to even lift its head.
Yang Tianzhen's eyes were locked on those two wolf thighs as she continuously swallowed her saliva.
Yang Wanli appeared worried, glancing occasionally at the encircling wolves with a residual look of shock in his eyes.
It was not long before when the wolves, drawn by the scent, had found their location and surrounded them.
Yang Wanli and Yang Tianzhen were terrified out of their wits.
