With the gradual descent of the night, the world’s vitality gradually came to a standstill. Not every expert could deal with the cruelty of the frigid night in this six-times gravity region.

The giant wolf lay quietly on the ground, its luxuriant fur fluffed up in a gentle manner. There was a faint glow at the tips of each hair strand, which came together to engulf the creature’s entire body in a halo of light. This glow wasn’t simple at all—it actually blocked out most of the effects of the frigid night, and what little of the chill that got through was only refreshing for William of the Summit of Peaks.

Zhao Ruoxi kept on gazing at the bonfire, lost in her own thoughts. It was as though the cold of the night had been dispersed by the flames while the field of swaying red spider lilies painted the land with a hint of mysticism.

She let out a faint sigh, as though she couldn’t endure the pain and loneliness in her heart. Then, with a swipe of her hand, a jar of wine flew into her grasp.

The giant wolf’s narrowed eyes opened in apparent anxiety,...