The howling of wolves continued throughout the night.
Many people did not rest well that night because the howls coming from afar seemed to possess a magical power, capable of penetrating the ears of the sleeping and forcing them to wake up.
Moreover, the howling did not come from one direction; it was distant at times and close at others, fluctuating unpredictably. Sometimes it seemed to recede, but the next moment it would suddenly rise from a place very near.
Yet when the Feathered Forest Guard scouts went to investigate, they came back empty-handed.
Such harassment was infuriating and helpless.
By the next morning, when the marriage delegation set out again, many were yawning with bleary eyes.
"This is a common tactic of the steppe horse bandits."
Feathered Forest Guard Commander Sun Zhengheng said to Wang Chen: "We must have been targeted!"
"White Wolf Thieves?"
