Within a patch of vitality in the land of darkness, a three-foot-long wolf radiating silver moonlight lifted her head in confusion.

“Strange, I sense the ripples of my tribe’s combat arts nearby. Is there another Silvermoon Wolfking here?” The little wolf stood up and cast an inquisitive gaze into the distance.

Next to her, Qing Han put away the dao book in her hand and followed the wolf’s gaze.

“It is indeed the combat arts of the Silvermoon Wolfkings, but whoever using it has disguised it as the bloodline power of the Yue Clan.” Qing Han cocked his head and hummed bemusedly. “It must be a strange talent that can replicate other people’s combat arts.”

The silver wolf shook its furry head. “Aren’t you going...