This was a gaze it had never seen in its tribe, gentle, loving.
Most importantly, in his eyes, there was only itself.
When it was alone in the corner, when it was rejected by other Cold-Biting Oxen, when it practiced skills over and over again.
He was always watching it from a corner.
In the tribe, it was the extra one; in his eyes, it was the only one.
The Cold-Biting Ox opened its eyes wide, blue light surged from its throat, suddenly stomping its front hoof, its open mouth surging with cold breath.
"Moo!!!"
Fierce cold breath expanded rapidly from the Cold-Biting Ox as the center, freezing snowflakes swept out in an instant.
The ground and the gates were covered in frost, the temperature began to drop at an astonishing speed, the extreme cold breath rushed toward the Snow Cloud Wolf near Chen Weiyi in an instant.
Its claws had already swung out, but the Snow Cloud Wolf watched helplessly as its paw was frozen by a chill, stopping in place.
