As he spoke, he gave a signal with his eyes, and the other two members of the Wolf Race moved, surrounding the old woman.
"Elder Lang Lin, what do you mean by this?" The old woman realized things were going wrong, but she didn't panic.
The reason she came alone was precisely because she feared this moment would happen.
Exchanging her life for the survival of the tribe, even if it meant dying in failure, felt worth it to her.
"Why ask questions you already know the answer to, Elder of the Spirit Contract Race?" Lang Lin sneered, "Our Wolf Race is also very curious about the Spirit Contract race artifact that can make the Hundred Beasts Pay Homage."
So it was.
The old woman felt despair in her heart.
The Qin Dynasty slaughtered tribes and seized treasures, forcing the Spirit Contract Race to flee westward to this place. The Wolf Race, known for its bloodthirstiness and brutality, wouldn't be much better...
