Encountering a vicious wolf that also loved sneak attacks, Wenlong found it rather amusing. He did not use darts against it, wanting to prove that he was even more agile than the wolf.
The wolf patiently waited for its chance to strike, and Wenlong was equally patient as he fought it.
If he could not even beat a wolf of limited intelligence, he would be in trouble when he met a difficult opponent later. Humans were far more intelligent than wolves.
In the sinkhole, Wenlong pitted his wits and courage against the wolf. He enjoyed the fighting so much that he forgot all about going home. This kind of battle fascinated him.
In Wen Family Village, however, the New Year had lost all its flavor. Wenlong's failure to return had plunged his family into sorrow and grief.
It weighed on the clanspeople's hearts as well. This boy, blessed by their ancestors, had rendered countless services to the clan.
He had avenged their great feud, founded a sect, built a city, and ensured that the clanspeople had ample food and clothing. They had never even dared dream of any of these things before, and now they had achieved them all thanks to Wenlong.
Not only had those dreams come true, but reality had surpassed their expectations. Thus, with Wenlong in trouble, the clanspeople were heartbroken too.
Long'er's mother had lost a great deal of weight in a very short time. She was terribly weak, and since returning home that day, she had spent most of her time unconscious.
Even when she woke, she kept murmuring that she wanted Long'er to come back. Perhaps the deaths of her two eldest sons had etched Long'er into her very bones.
Wen Tiancheng was at his wits' end too. There was no sign of his