Lin Wanqing smiled in response, "Yes, indeed, Guihua sister, with you and the adorable children accompanying us, this journey will certainly be filled with warmth."
As she spoke, Liu Guihua turned slightly, and with the agility of a snake, her whip gently brushed the small hand of the baby in Lin Wanqing's arms. The baby giggled, its clear laughter echoing across the grasslands, adding a touch of warmth and joy to the long journey.
However, the peaceful journey did not last long.
One evening, as the sunset dyed the grasslands a golden hue, Shi Feiyang and his group were preparing to find a suitable place to camp.
Suddenly, a low, mournful howl of wolves echoed from afar, reverberating across the open grasslands.
"Divine Archer" Miao Menlong's expression turned solemn as he cautiously gripped his bow and said, "Grand Squad Leader, judging from the sound, a pack of wolves might be approaching."
Shi Feiyang looked into the distance and saw numerous dark shapes slowly moving.
