Aooo Aooo Aooo…
Whoo Whoo Whoo…
In the mountains, the carriage moved at a steady pace, the four horses normally pulling the carriage had turned into eight great Grey Wolves.
This was probably the first time in their lives these Grey Wolves were doing such a task. Initially unskilled but novelty made it exciting for them; they ran while howling and seemed surprisingly happy.
Suming and Chengcheng were now the ones driving the carriage, Chengcheng to be exact.
Old hunter Avitu, who had been living at the foot of the mountain, felt bewildered sitting inside the carriage. Compared to these people from the East, especially compared to Mr. Su sitting in front, he felt like a stranger who had come to the mountains for the first time. The mountains were entirely the other party's home turf and paradise. Apart from showing the way, he couldn't help with anything else.
