C184 His Whereabouts Were Leaked

Zhao Lin lost track of time, unaware of how many wild wolves had succumbed to his sword. Only when no living wolf remained in sight and dawn had broken, did he notice the towering piles of wolf carcasses, the air thick with a blood mist. His body was caked in dried blood, his own mingled with that of the wolves, save for his eyes.

Exhausted, Zhao Lin collapsed into the heap of wolf bodies