Inside a hide tent at Salt Lake Camp, Evil Wolf suddenly opened his eyes to the chattering of birds outside.
At that moment, his eyes were webbed with blood vessels, and two huge dark circles hung around them. It was obvious he had not slept all night.
He had never before found himself completely unable to sleep when he had the chance.
It was not because he had just been defeated and surrendered yesterday. It was because he had spent the entire night mulling over what their new chief and Zhou Chongshan had said before.
"God Chosen summoned from the Old Gods Altar?"
"God Chosen actually exist?!"
Evil Wolf's head had buzzed all night.
To be honest, when the new chief had first told him that he was a God Chosen summoned from the Old Gods Altar, Evil Wolf's first reaction had been that the other man was fooling around with him.
There truly were some mysterious powers called "True Words" in this world.
But things like the Old Gods, the Old Gods Altar, and the God Chosen basically existed only in legends. Evil Wolf had never imagined that one day they would become real.
At the thought of this, disbelief filled Evil Wolf's face.
He had even suspected for a while that Zhou Chongshan might be deceiving him too.
But then he thought about it again. Zhou Chongshan really did not seem like that sort of person.
The commotion outside the tent told him that a new day had begun. Having gone without sleep all night, he probably would not have any chance to rest before the day ended.
Forcing open his sore, swollen eyes, Evil Wolf propped himself up and walked out of the tent.
The sky had not yet begun to lighten, but for them, the new