Chapter Eighty-Five: The Human Seal, Part One

Lone Moon knew that White Orchid’s seizure of Little Cloud was likely meant to lure her into a trap. If she acted rashly, she would not only fail to save him, but also endanger herself. Little Cloud was not yet important enough for her to risk her life. Her heart was always calm.

In another direction to the west, there came also a faint sigh. At such a distance, Lone Moon could not have heard it, but by her keen instinct she knew that the terrifying woman was nearby. Whether they were enemies or friends was not something either of them could decide.

All she could do now was wait and endure. She had learned the hardest lesson of all: patience. As long as Little Cloud’s life was not in danger, she would lie in ambush in the dark, waiting for the best chance to strike.

An onlooker sees clearly, but the one in the midst of it suffers. Little Cloud had turned deathly pale with terror. He wanted to run, but he did not even have the strength to move a step. He wanted to drive away the pack of wolves surrounding him, but he had no such power.

Seeing Little Cloud struggling miserably in the wolf pack, White Orchid smiled sweetly at him. “Young Master Cloud, isn’t this fun? Actually, if Young Master Cloud would just beg me a few times, curse that ghost woman Lone Moon a few times, this servant could let you go.”

Suddenly Little Cloud understood. This woman had been torturing him in order to humiliate Lone Moon. Faced with such mockery, he no longer wished to yield. He said, “Why should I curse Sister Lone Moon? If you hate her, you can find her yourself and take it out on her. But why do you bully me?”

White Orchid laughed. “Bullying people still needs a reason? How absurd. Not to mention bullying someone—even if this lady wanted to kill someone, I wouldn’t need a reason!” With that, she ordered her men, “Drag that dog of the Dragon family up to feed the wolves. Let’s see whether he begs for mercy!”

When Little Cloud heard that he was to be fed to the wolves, he thought they truly meant to throw him to them. Terrified, he was just about to cry out for help when he saw White Orchid’s men drag up a person already beaten half dead and hurl him into the wolf pack.

The snowfield wolf let out a howl, and in an instant the pack tore the man apart and devoured him. The man’s arms and legs were still thrashing, but the wolves had already begun to gorge themselves.

Little Cloud was so horrified by the blood-soaked scene that he fainted on the spot. He cried out, “Sister Spirit, Sister White, come save me—” Then he truly collapsed to the ground, unconscious with fright.

White Orchid laughed. She said to the snowfield wolf, “Wolf Brother, who would have thought that Lone Moon’s man would be so timid?”

The snowfield wolf laughed as well. “Sister, bullying Lone Moon’s man like this is truly satisfying!”

At that moment one of their underlings also said, “Mistresses, splash him with cold water and wake him up—”

White Orchid laughed. “Fine! Hurry and bring cold water over—”

Suddenly a stern voice barked, “Meizi, are you still not going to stop? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”

It was such a familiar voice that White Orchid was startled. Instinctively, she lowered her hands and said, “Yes, Aunt.”

A masked woman in white suddenly appeared. When White Orchid and the snowfield wolf saw her, they both bowed. “Meizi, Langlang greets Aunt!”

Their underlings fell even lower, half-kneeling. “Your subordinates greet the Eldest Young Lady.”

The masked woman in white said, “You may all withdraw.” Everyone seemed to be afraid of her. At her words, they scattered at once.

She walked to Little Cloud and slowly bent down. With a faint sigh, she picked up the boy who had fainted from fear.

The white-clad woman carried Little Cloud to a secluded place. Whenever she was with him, she always preferred a quiet corner where no one would disturb them.

Looking at Little Cloud’s delicate features, she could not help lowering her head and kissing his forehead.

When Little Cloud felt the touch, he hurriedly withdrew the hand clutching White Snowflower’s outer robe. He used his own hand to wipe his tears. Only then did he realize that his tears had soaked the white fabric over White Snowflower’s chest. He could not help reaching out to wipe it again, and that only made things more absurd.

After White Orchid had captured him, Little Cloud had struggled desperately on the ground, and his hands had long since become filthy and blackened. Now that they were wet with tears, when he wiped at the white garment, he did not clean it at all. Instead, he stamped two more black handprints onto the raised folds of White Snowflower’s robe. White clothes were already easy to stain, and now the black prints on the bulging fabric stood out even more clearly.