In the back mountains of the Snow Wolf Clan, Loki stared at the grave before him with a heartbroken expression.
"Loki, Ophelia killed Miche. I want her to pay with her life."
At the thought of Miche's hollowed-out chest, Loki's heart ached. He had been occupied that day and hadn't personally participated in the kidnapping. By the time he returned, he learned from Galen that Miche had been murdered.
"Don't worry, Galen," Loki said. "I will definitely make Ophelia pay in blood. I won't let Miche die in vain."
"Then what do you plan to do?" Galen asked.
Loki glanced at the green grass around the grave, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Naturally, we strike where it hurts her the most."
Meanwhile, outside the Fuzu Tribe, the rice fields had already turned golden. In about half a month, the crops would be ready for harvest. This was a critical period, so Zerev had dispatched males from Ten Thousand Beasts City to guard the rice paddies day and night.
