That night, the sky was full of stars.
In the thick darkness, mountain ranges rose and fell, winding across the land like a black colossal dragon.
Deep within the forest, bonfires flickered.
Several hundred figures gathered around the fires, holding things over the flames to roast.
Cold moonlight spilled from the night sky, faintly illuminating their faces.
Those figures resembled savages. Each was powerfully built and over two meters tall.
Under the hazy moonlight, their hair was gray, and their bodies were covered in exceptionally thick fur.
Their lips protruded outward, exposing fangs several times larger than those of ordinary humans, while their faces were smeared with heavy paint.
These figures were the so-called Wolf Bandits.
Beside the largest bonfire sat three Wolf Bandits with blue fur.
Among them, the largest Wolf Bandit looked up at the night sky.
For some reason, he felt that tonight's moon and stars seemed especially bright.
Three hundred meters above the ground.
The night sky here was especially black, with countless stars twinkling within it.
If one looked up from the ground, they would not be able to tell, beneath the dark night, any difference between these stars and those in the real sky.
Yet within this abnormal night sky, Lin Rong and the Old Butler stood atop a green colossal dragon, concealed within the darkness.
Looking down at the more than three hundred Wolf Bandits below, Lin Rong muttered softly, "Hiding here, huh? You really made me search."
He had thought that, with the Life Sense granted by the Nine Bend Vine Dragon, finding this group of Wolf Bandits would be a very easy matter.
But Lin Rong had overlooked one thing: he had never seen Wolf Bandits before, so he did not know what their life auras were like.
Lin Rong had