For many days now, there had been a steady stream of guests at the fortress—all kinds of them. There was a certain black-robed person who looked fairly inconspicuous among the furtive visitors who liked to keep themselves hidden.

Despite that, he did catch a fair bit of attention because the Wolf King himself came out to meet him.

In the guestroom in one of the side halls, the Wolf King was warming his hands on the brazier in front of his sofa. He stared intently at the flickering blaze, almost as though there wasn’t a visitor in the room.

The guest removed the hood and bowed. “Luo Yun greets the Wolf King.”

Luo Yun could only remain standing since the Wolf King said nothing. A wisp of anger flickered through his eyes, yet he chose to restrain his anger.

Moments later, the werewolf raised his head. “Sit.”

Luo Yun picked a chair and sat ramrod straight upon it. This was an expression of respect toward the Wolf King, as well as a sign of his unyielding character.

The Wolf King kept on warming his hands as he uttered calmly, “How come Luo Bingfeng isn’t here?”

Luo Yun’s expression look angered. “The...