The lead wolf glanced at Chu Molin, nodded slightly, and then led him to the other side. There was a way down from there, but with the snow so heavy now, they had to detour to that side. It was baffling; it was the same mountain, yet here it had perpetual snow, while on the other side, there was none. The geothermal heat on that side was extremely high, not a place for ordinary people.
If one wanted to ascend from below, it was even more difficult. No one knew how that man climbed up to pick the snowdrops. Perhaps, if told, no one would believe it, but the snowdrops had indeed been taken by someone.
The snowdrops were something they had always desired, which was why they guarded them for years. But just when they matured, they were stolen. It was impossible not to feel angry, yet faced with such a powerful person, all they could do was cooperate, hoping they kept their word—return the snowdrops once the person was found. Otherwise, there was nothing they could do.
