The Wolf King's head was not sent back in the degrading manner of a wooden box.
When Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian arrived there, they saw the Wolf King's head placed on a wooden body. Even on this wooden body, it wore the robe of a Regent King, with a set of battle armor beneath it, and the wooden hands crossed over the chest.
Wolf King Chen Fubi's eyes were still wide open in anger, as if even in death, he was still fighting.
Chen Wenmian's mental state was almost shattered in an instant. This person, already renowned across the land, a Divine General who, at the age of twenty, had charged through thousands of troops, suddenly stumbled and knelt before the coffin, pressing his hands against it, gritting his teeth.
Tears welled up in Chen Wenmian's eyes and fell in large, silent droplets as his hands trembled. Despite such a torrent of emotions, his lips quivered and he couldn't even let out a low cry.
