"Your Majesty!"
"Supreme General!"
Pairs of hands held Zhang Fengxi up before he hit the ground.
Zhang Fengxi turned to look at Wu Shenxia. He clawed into her lower arm and murmured, "Track the Wuyang Palace Master's corpse. The demons might plan to do something ominous with it."
"Yes, Sir!"
"W-wait."
The eldest of the Wuyang Palace Princes pushed himself off the ground and stood before Zhang Fengxi and Wu Shenxia on a pair of shaky feet.
"I... I can track my father's whereabouts," he said with a trembling voice, before pointing to a direction. "His... his scent comes from that direction..."
Both Zhang Fengxi and Wu Shenxia gaped at the boy in disbelief.
"Impossible," Wu Shenxia said. "Young man, they took your father's corpse to the Demonic Realm. You can't possibly track his scent from such a distance."
Even if wolves possessed extraordinary sense of smell.