"You never asked!" Lang Qiankun said, rolling his eyes.
"Ancestor, it's been fifteen thousand years. That person probably isn't coming out. Just give this Divine Armor to Little Martial Revered One!" Lang Qing coaxed.
"No. Wolves must be honest. I said I'd guard it for someone, so I must keep my promise!" Lang Qiankun refused flatly.
Xiao Chen was speechless. What kind of situation was this?
So all his efforts had been for nothing?
"Hahaha, you old wolf aren't bad. You're a good dog!"
Just then, a figure bathed head to toe in blood-red light suddenly appeared before the wolves and humans.
He was of average build, with white hair and beard, an ancient sword on his back, standing in the air. His eyes were terrifyingly eerie—deep green!
Judging from the monstrous demonic aura soaring from his body, he was a great demon!
The wolves froze, their minds trembling as they looked at the old man floating in the void like a Demon God.
Even the Silver Wolf Ancestor of the Quasi-Emperor Realm underwent a drastic change in expression upon seeing the newcomer, looking as though it faced a formidable enemy.
Then it thought carefully, shock flashing in its eyes. "It's you?"
From the voice, it swiftly identified the person before it as the one who had entrusted it with guarding the Gonggong Divine Armor that day!
Though ten thousand years had passed and its memory of that voice had blurred, it still remembered the trace of energy fluctuation within it with absolute clarity. It was a strand of peerless sword intent.
"That's right, it's me. Old wolf, you did well. You truly are a loyal dog!" the green-eyed elder sneered.
The Wolf Ancestor's expression changed sharply. It had guarded the Divine Armor for the green-eyed elder for ten thousand