Nangong Sanba cautiously sat at the table. It was another bad day for him. He had faced off with two elder werewolves. These werewolves had been alive for the past 1000 years and no demon hunter could really have an advantage against them. Being a half-baked demon hunter himself, Nangong Sanba was like a sheep walking into a wolf pack. He was still trembling from fear. He drew his crossbow because it made him look more heroic although he knew deep inside that he would not have stood a chance...
Hao Ren and Vivian offered words of apology to Nangong Sanba. As for Bluphlei and Blushedt, witnessing for themselves how all the unusual creatures got along so well, their doubt vanished. They began to marvel at how many more secrets were hidden in this tiny shelter: never before has there been a demon hunter who could assimilate with unusual creatures, not in a thousand years. But, it happened right before their eyes. It would make sensational news.
