Bab 279: Rituals

The boisterous festivities, the raucous laughters, the spectacular dance and music were suddenly brought to halt by a loud howl. Everyone turned their head towards the source, only to find a figure standing there, in the air.

The figure said to be the Patriarch was a blond middle aged man with a short beard, wearing a long coat with furry collar. The atmosphere he exuded felt extremely wild, as if a savage animal had appeared.

The Patriarch of Wolf Bloodline, gave the same aura as strong as someone like Grand Magus Zenoia who was already at the peak of her realm.

Chief Beowlf immediately walked towards the patriarch as the man descended to the ground.

"Patriarch Lucius, welcome to the white fang clan!"

The hundreds or so people currently in the place swiftly went onto their knees with their head lowered. The sight of people simultaneously kneeling stunned Emery for a moment, before he quickly followed them.

"Raise, my people."