Gan Ning tilted his head and adjusted the mask on his face.
From deep within the howling wind and snow came some suspicious sounds, making him somewhat alert.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One shadow after another passed through the wind and snow, quietly landing in front of the warlock. There weren't many people, probably less than ten. They were all draped in black cloaks, wearing raven masks, with tiny golden numbers on one side of the mask. The numbers varied in size, the smallest being Gan Ning's No. 3 mask, and the largest belonging to a tall wizard with the number twenty-one.
Just like many card games' rules, in this organization, the smaller the number, the higher the status. Therefore, at this moment, the third raven remained silent, and all others sensibly kept quiet.
The wind and snow were fierce.
In just a moment, these ravens were covered in snow, and their black cloaks turned white. From afar, it was almost impossible to differentiate them from the surrounding trees.
