By the time Xia Ling realized what was happening, Tang Zhong was already gone. She mumbled to herself.
At that moment, Tang Zhong was charging toward the Volcano.
The name Xia Yuqing, how could Tang Zhong not be familiar with it?
He had a gut feeling that the captured woman was Yuqing. He didn't know for sure, but as long as it was her name, he had to go.
Weiwei was already in trouble, how could he possibly stand by and let Xia Yuqing face danger as well?
His entire being moved like a nimble lynx.
Staring at the mountain ahead, he caught the pungent scent of a beast in the air.
And amidst it, the faint fragrance of a human.
The contrasting smells allowed him to distinctly catch that familiar scent.
It was undeniably Xia Yuqing's.
His pace quickened almost instinctively.
Meanwhile, deep within Mount Collins.
In a secluded valley.
There, at this very moment, it looked almost like a grand festival.
The full moon marked the werewolves' feast.
This was the Werewolf Village.
