The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea novel Chapter 1096

Chapter 1096 

Old Hagstorm looked at the glint in his eyes like cold stars in the sky and knew what Andrius. was thinking. He could not help but chuckle, “Andrius, focus on your cultivation. Strength is your only guarantee.” 

Andrius snapped back to his senses and promised, “Yes!” 

Old Hagstorm nodded and left the room. 

After leaving Immemoria Palace, he surveyed the surroundings and confirmed that no one was following before heading toward the depths of the eastern foothills of Mount Valdez. With a few flashes, his figure disappeared into the snowstorm. 

A moment later, he arrived at a very secluded snowy mountain. 

Viewed from a distance, this place was conveniently located in the shadows of several larger mountains, making it difficult to detect. 

On the top of the mountain, a small thatched hut stood conspicuously. 

Although most of the thatch had been buried by the snow, the exposed parts still raised questions. How could someone be living in this vast sea of snow? 

A wooden door blocked the view of the hut’s interior, so it was impossible to see what went on 

inside. 

However, that wooden door… 

In theory, it should have been eroded and decayed by the snow and wind long ago. 

In reality… 

The wooden door looked brand new as if it had just been moved out of a furniture store. 

Boom- 

The next moment, Old Hagstorm suddenly directed a palm strike from a distance at the wooden door amid the snowstorm. 

Boom- 

Just when the wooden door was about to be shattered into pieces by Old Hagstorm’s strike, a majestic palm wind erupted from inside, dispelling his inner energy. 

Then, an old yet vigorous voice sounded. 

“Old Hagstorm! Are you actually planning to demolish my abode? This is where I live and make a living!” 

Not only was there someone inside, but it also seemed that he was very familiar with old Hagstorm 

“Hahaha…” Old Hagstorm laughed and teased, “Old Ophis, you’ve lived in this worn–down hut for decades. It’s time to get a new one 

As he spoke, a slightly hunched figure suddenly rushed out of the hut. He appeared in front of Old Hagstorm quicker than the eye could see. It was none other than Old Ophis. 

He was an old man whose snowy hair spread out in all directions, resembling a lion’s mane. His face was rosy, but on his right cheek was a winding scar shaped like a small snake, eerie and strange, hence earning him the name Old Ophis. 

“Old Hagstorm.” 

Old Ophis looked at Old Hagstorm and shook his head with a smile. Then, with a wave of his right hand, a table flew over from the hut and landed between them. 

Soon after, two wooden chairs followed. 

“It’s rare for you to come over to my place. I’ll treat you to snow and wind as food and wine as drinks. What do you think?”