In the Xuelan House of Prince Zhan's mansion.

With his eyes closed and his head full of sweat, Xuanyuan Mo clutched the quilt as if being immersed in some terrible nightmare.

A white snow wolf was tied up on the sacrificial altar, dying with its eyes closed.

The people down there were shouting, "Demon. Demon. Burn the demon to death..."

Xuanyuan Mo stared at the snow wolf dying on the sacrificial altar and felt so painful as if his ...