He listened closely, hearing faint, drawn-out breaths coming from within.
"Wolf King!"
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and walked toward the Wolf King's Residence, step by step.
He had never imagined that one day he would be this close to his father's killer.
The heartland of the Northern Barbarians. Beneath the Holy Mountain. The Wolf King.
Once, this man had been immeasurably distant.
He was just a wealthy merchant. The Wolf King was far in the depths of the Northern Barbarian lands, the journey perilous and the climate unforgiving.
Many years ago, Zheng Xiu had long since cast aside such reckless ideas, focusing solely on making money.
How could the man he used to be have ever imagined a day like this? A day he would march deep into the heartland of the Northern Barbarians, to stand a mere ten paces from that man.
Zheng Xiu took two steps, a hint of bewilderment clouding his expression.
