The night scene resembled clear waters, and the shadows loomed over the vast northwest land.
A heavy snowfall covered the whole prairie, giving it a silvery white sheen and it looked very enchanting.
A full moon hung in the sky. In the moonlight, a figure clothed in cyan walked briskly in the seemingly unending field of snow. A breeze blew against the green cloth, but it was only a slight one and merely lifted up a corner of it and did not blow on his face.
A big Silver Wolf tailed behind him meekly, uttering a low whimper from time to time.
"Little Du, we've been walking for a very long time. Is it here?"
"Huh, huh, huh, al-al-al-almost, almost there, there!" After a few exhalations, Little Du replied in a human voice. Although his speech was not fluent, it would have been a shock to anyone who heard it. What did it mean when an evil beast was able to converse in the human tongue?
Demons were different from evil beasts.
