The wolf cultivators gazed at the Cold Moon Pavilion's heavy doors, fully three people tall, and slowly lowered their heads.
An unending murmur of discussion filled the air.
"What are we to do? This is our ancestors' sacred ground. How can we let people trample and insult it at will?"
"Exactly. The sacred ground we have sworn to defend to the death for over a thousand years has become an opportunity for others to fight over. What an affront to us!"
"What's even more infuriating is that none of us can enter and teach that ungrateful human cultivator a lesson."
Lin Ke took out a Gathering Spirit Pellet and placed it in the wolf queen's mouth.
The wolf queen slowly pushed herself up from Lin Ke's arms. Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she said shakily, "Benefactor Lin, rest assured. I only need a little rest."
"Then I'll send you into the Cold Moon Pavilion immediately."
Several wolf cultivators cried out, "Wolf Sovereign, you mustn't!"
"If you exhaust your essence blood, at best your cultivation will regress. At worst, you'll die on the spot. We cannot be without a leader!"
Zong Ya and Nan Shang, who had yet to depart, also waved their hands. "Yes, there's no need to rush. Even if Mo Tianji enters the Cold Moon Pavilion, he might not be able to break through to the third floor."
Lin Ke agreed. "Exactly. Rest for a day and gather more strength. I don't mind entering a little later."
But the wolf queen shook her head repeatedly. "Absolutely not, Benefactor Lin. We believe our ancestors would never leave this opportunity to someone who tears down the bridge after crossing the river."
"You must enter as soon as possible and wrest the treasure our ancestor left behind