A gust of wind and snow rushed past at top speed. Lu Sheng was hot on the heels of the white cloud before him.
That cloud was the racing giant white wolf.
On both his sides, the forests raced past. The terrain rose and fell; he had lost count of how many hills he had passed.
As time ticked on, Lu Sheng lost track of how long he had been in pursuit. Finally, the white wolf before him landed lightly by a frozen lake, as silently as if it were really a cloud of vapor.
Like a mountain, its massive body rested in a squat by the lake. It turned its blood red eyes back towards Lu Sheng.
"You're following me, what do you want?" The giant wolf's voice was not loud, but carried far and entered Lu Sheng's ears precisely, as if someone had spoken by his ear.
"What do I want?" Lu Sheng paused in surprise.