"Wolf Emperor, is it really you? A hundred years, a hundred years have passed, and you have finally awakened!"
Elder Monroe stared fixedly at the figure in the golden long dress, and then, tears filled his aged eyes, flowing down his wrinkled old face.
"Monroe, I've been asleep for a hundred years, and my Wolf Race has fallen to such a state?"
The figure in the golden long dress glanced at the mere five or six dozen werewolves in the hall, and that noble voice carried a hint of coldness.
"Wolf Emperor, save us!"
"Wolf Emperor, this Huaxia person wants to annihilate our Wolf Race!"
"..."
The werewolves immediately found a backbone, all angrily pointing at Qin Yang, then showing utmost reverence, looking at the figure in the golden long dress.
"I am already aware."
Empress Ophelia nodded slightly, then her exquisite and fair alluring face turned, her deep blue ocean-like eyes fell upon Qin Yang, who was opposite her.
"Interesting, the Wolf Emperor of the Wolf Race."
