The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea novel Chapter 1383

If Andrius were there and heard their words, he would have undoubtedly been able to deduce some clues.

However, there were no ‘ifs’.

The black-robed man paused, looked up, and his eyes flashed with approval. “I’ve personally seen the Wolf King. His strength is powerful, his talent is impressive, and his luck is good. Currently, he’s indeed the only candidate suitable to inherit my family’s teachings. However, I still have to check his character.”

It turned out that the black-robed man came from the family that the Flame Emperor had guarded. He was the only living person bearing his ancestors’ legacy.

He had endured for a thousand years, relying on the Turtle Sage’s technique to barely sustain himself just so he could pass on the family legacy and prevent it from disappearing into the river of time.

“The Wolf King is indeed righteous and virtuous.” The Turtle Sage gave a simple evaluation, then asked, “When do you plan to start the plan?”

A gleam flickered in the black-robed man’s cloudy eyes. “Once the Wolf King learns the address of my descendants, he’ll surely go to them immediately. In that case, let’s start the plan now.”

He did not have much time left. Furthermore, he had made many arrangements over the thousand years all for the sake of waiting for that destined person. Now was the time to initiate the plan.

“Very well!” The Turtle Sage nodded and immediately summoned his disciples to arrange everything.

In the city of Jurith in the Argos Province, according to the Turtle Sage, this was where the descendants of the Flame Emperor resided. The area was under strict control from high above.

Countless soldiers with live ammunition stood around the airport like spears, guarding the perimeter.

Not even a mosquito would be able to get past them, let alone a person. They would investigate everything from the person’s family lineage to even the hairs on his thighs.

There was a group waiting at the airport.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked dignified yet apprehensive. He was none other than the governor of Argos, Henry Lott.

Behind him were the deputy governor, military commanders, and generals. Any official of importance in Argos was present!

“He’s here! Everyone, chin up! Don’t embarrass Argos!” Henry lowered his voice and gestured to all the officials behind him when he saw the Lycantroops’ plane slowly descending.

The officials immediately straightened up, not daring to slouch at all.