Above the wasteland, a man and a wolf sat beneath the setting sun.
Up close, one could see various bottles of alcohol scattered on the ground.
The Silver Wolf lay behind the man, reluctantly serving as a wolf-shaped pillow.
"Where do you think she could be?" Xiao Pingfeng said as he poured liquor into his mouth from the jug, then casually tossed the empty bottles onto the wasteland.
The Silver Wolf whined softly.
It didn't know where that woman was either.
"If she really has met with misfortune, I will slaughter Xiliang City, then go to meet her."
"She likes you so much, how about we both go together when the time comes?"
His voice came intermittently.
The more the Silver Wolf listened, the more uneasy it felt; the fur on its neck bristled instantly.
"Awoo—" What is he talking about?
It, a wolf, was living just fine, without the slightest thought of ending its life, thank you very much.