Night fell. The Wolf Spirit Clan was clearly in crisis and the atmosphere should have been heavy, yet bonfires were lit and cattle and sheep were roasted, as if they were celebrating.
The news that Lang Gu had taken over as Clan Leader had not yet spread within the Wolf Spirit Clan, so everyone found this sudden bonfire banquet utterly baffling.
Lang Hong put a nice name on it: welcoming guests.
And the guests being welcomed turned out to be the four Beast Spirit Clans of tiger, leopard, bear, and insect.
The two sides had been at each other's throats, looking on the verge of war. How could they now be all smiles?
Not a single member of the Wolf Spirit Clan was happy. They sat around the bonfires, each drinking in sullen silence, feeling extremely bitter inside.
"Xiong Jian, Bao Wei, Hu Qu, Chong Kun, you've come from far away. I, Lang Hong, toast you all."
Lang Hong was in excellent spirits, his face full of joy, and he proactively drank with Hu Qu and the others.
