Brando was just about to ask White what he would know soon, but at that very moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the void, interrupting their exchange.
It was Dark Kouhua. She sat sideways atop a giant silver wolf, raised her head to glance at the World Crystal Wall, then turned and fixed her gaze on Brando. She suddenly sighed. "My lord, you look awfully pathetic right now."
"Kouhua!" Brando exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Twilight has descended, and the wolves are on the move. Shouldn't I be here?" Dark Kouhua replied. "By comparison, my lord, we're enemies now. In your current state, you're no match for me. Aren't you afraid I'll take your life?"
Brando had just knitted his brows when the giant silver wolf beneath Dark Kouhua suddenly spoke. "My lord is a good person. You can't kill him. You promised me."
The giant silver wolf's voice was clear and pleasant, like a string of silver bells falling to the ground, yet it also carried an ethereal quality. Brando immediately recognized it as Good Kouhua's voice.
Looking at the two sisters, he suddenly understood. "Back in Rushta, when you guided the Wolf Calamity's descent, you did it on purpose?"
Dark Kouhua nodded naturally.
"So you knew back then that Roman was the Willpower of the Twilight Dragon?"
"I knew the moment I saw her." The girl smiled faintly. "Only my lord was adorably foolish."
Brando clenched his fists until they crackled. If he still had the strength, he would definitely have rushed over and punched this damned she-wolf. Whether she was a woman or not no longer mattered to him.
"You look furious." Dark Kouhua sneered. "You have no idea how pleased I am to see you like this. Unfortunately, you won't get the chance to take