The moonlight seemed to be soaked in icy spring water, coldly flowing over the ridge.
"Did you hear that?" Zeng Hui turned his head towards Wu Peng, his expression grave.
"Yes." Wu Peng replied in a low voice, "It's the sound of the Snow Cloud Wolf."
He squinted towards the front, sporadic lights were very conspicuous in the dark night.
The faint wolf howl came from the furthest edge of Xuanhe Village.
The villagers might not hear this wolf howl, but having come from the mountain, coupled with the quiet night, they heard the faint howl.
"Could it be that the Snow Cloud Wolf attacked Xuanhe Village?" A conjecture suddenly surged in Zeng Hui's heart.
Wu Peng pondered, "We can't rule out the possibility."
Immediately, his expression changed slightly and he quickly spoke, "Advisor Chen is still up the mountain, we must return immediately."
Before coming to Qinling, they had understood this pet beast, the Snow Cloud Wolf — fierce, cunning, highly threatening to humans.
