The flames burned quietly, casting bizarre, twisted shadows of branches on the ground.
Many Silver Wolf corpses lay on the ground, with Fu Yu and Ah Da standing beside them, their faces pale as ghosts.
Frightened.
Silver Wolfs?
No!
Not them!
It was Chuzheng who had frightened them.
So many Silver Wolfs, and she handled them all by herself.
Who would believe that if it were told?
Fu Yu cautiously scrutinized the girl standing among the corpses.
Flickering lights interwove around her, her body devoid of any sign of life, her clear, pitch-black eyes reflecting the dancing flames, yet within her eyes, there was only chilling ice.
There she stood as if she were the sovereign ruler.
Chuzheng's toes pivoted slightly, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground, rustling softly.
Her skirt twirled a subtle arc in the air, like a flower blooming in the darkness.
The girl walked backhanded into the darkness.
"Master Fu Yu..." Ah Da called out to Fu Yu.
