In the pre-dawn hours, the Lian Family Town lay like an ink painting washed in night, quietly resting between heaven and earth.
The silvery moonlight, like a thin veil, gently draped over every corner of the small town. The old locust trees by the street cast mottled shadows under the moonlight, their outlines drawing sharply against the sky, swaying gently in the breeze as if whispering softly.
Suddenly, a deafening wolf howl shattered the stillness, rumbling as though intending to overturn the world. The colossal Green Wolf King, like a small mountain, floated above Lian Family Town, its terrifying spiritual power radiating out like tidal waves, stirring up a storm as if a giant hand had twisted heaven and earth with enough force to change the world.
