Cheng Luo asked in a low voice, "The wolf pack didn't attack because of Tianmiao, right?"
"Yes. I thought these wolves were gone, but they are still guarding here," Que Qiu also replied quietly, "However, did you see the look in that wolf's eyes earlier?"
"What?" Cheng Luo was puzzled, she was only focused on being afraid at the time and didn't notice anything else.
"Nothing." Que Qiu shook his head. Such a human-like expression appearing on a wolf's face was truly indescribable and magical.
Once everything was ready, Que Qiu discerned the direction in front and the group began their journey towards the most mysterious place in the Irel Ancient Country.
The weather today was exceptionally good, as if a strong sandstorm had blown away all the dust. The sunlight wasn't as scorching as it usually was, and until noon, nothing unexpected occurred. The sand sea remained as vast and ever-dangerous as before.
