Snow Wolf King

"Stop it!"

Carried by the wind, a wizened voice drifted into the valley. Its timbre had an ancient and eternal quality to it. The Overlords watched in surprise as the wolves stopped cold in their tracks after they heard the voice.

Under everyone's surprised watch, the group of werewolves dispersed in the middle, making a way for a shriveled old man with dry white hairs. The old man's wrinkled face was covered with yellow blotches and was the color of tree bark. He breathed laboriously after each step.

The ferocious werewolves lowered their heads quietly with a great measure of deference.

"An old man is in charge of this large group of monsters? They all listened to him?" Everyone was dumbfounded by the development.

The Old man walked over to the wolf pack and bowed to Chen Fan slightly.

"Honorable Human Overlord, please forgive my children. They had no idea that you are a living legend."