It was Wu Jian’s second day working with the Xing Chamber of Commerce. The bright sky was blotted out by the canopy. Only a sparse sprinkling of light managed to penetrate the foliage, creating strange patterns on the ground.
Gao Zhou moved at the front of the back. Wu Jian took up the rear. Xing Zhenya was in the middle of the formation. There was one other person upfront with Gao Zhou. Wu Jian had been told this man was a talented tracker who could detect magical beasts from several lî away.
“There’s a pack of Wind Wolves up ahead,” said the tracker.
“How many?” asked Gao Zhou.
“Ten.”
Wind Wolves were a type of magical beast that roamed the Magical Beast Forest. They weren’t very strong. A cultivator at the fourth subrealm of the Hunger Realm could deal with one of them easily. But
