Yan Lie was in turmoil as well. 'Why isn't Xin Feng back?'
"I just saw him a moment ago..."
He hadn't wanted to worry Wanwan, but now Xin Feng was really gone.
He watched the Golden Lions rush toward the tribe's gate, but there was no sign of the Silver Wolf.
Bai Wanwan said no more and quickly turned, running down the stone wall.
The wind howled across the snowy plains, carrying a bone-chilling cold. She stood before the tribe's gate, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes.
Her gaze frantically searched the crowd of returning Beastmen for a familiar figure.
The one with silver-gray fur and a powerful build, who was always by her side, silently protecting her.
But he wasn't there. Even after the last Beastman had returned, she still hadn't seen any sign of Xin Feng.
Bai Wanwan's heart suddenly pounded, and her chest felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
