The timing was perfect. When Yan Zhengya arrived, Wang Congshan's carriage also reached the front of the courtyard.
When Luo Fu and Wang Congshan entered the room, deeply in love, the White Wolf remained motionless, even holding its breath. It stared blankly through that small round hole into the room.
Yan Zhengya merely stood in the back without speaking, but he seemed to hear the sound of water dripping onto the ground.
It was the sound of the Wolf Demon's tears hitting the ground.
He suddenly remembered something his master had once said: Sometimes, demons have more emotions than humans, demons have more heart than humans.
Inside the room, Wang Congshan and Luo Fu were still lost in their affectionate moment.
"Second Master, do you think once that Daoist captures the demon tonight, we can be together forever?" Luo Fu was acting coquettishly in Wang Congshan's embrace.
