The atmosphere in the ancient Totemic Castle froze up and plunged into silence. No one wanted to answer.

“Has Bloodbeard returned?” The Wolf King repeated sternly.

This time, an old werewolf took a step forward. “Great Chief, Bloodbeard was dispatched to Southern Blue.”

“I know that! It’s been so long, has he not sent word?” The Wolf King’s voice grew increasingly cold and was apparently at a tipping point. If Bloodbeard had stopped reporting after his departure, it could be that he had other ambitions or that he simply didn’t care about the Wolf King.

The old werewolf was the newly appointed shaman. He hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously, “Great Chief, there was news from Southern Blue just now, Bloodbeard…”

“Speak!”

“Marquis Bloodbeard was heavily injured by Qianye in Southern Blue. The latter caught up to him soon after he had fled the city, wiping out everyone, including the guards.”

The Wolf King glared furiously, filling the hall with a whirlwind of killing intent. He was well beyond angry at this point. Despite his arrogance and unyielding nature, Bloodbeard was still a member of the tribe, and there...