As the night gradually deepened, the moon climbed up into the branches once more.
Watching Li Qiu sleep soundly, the three sworn brothers sat nearby and chatted in low voices.
Looking out over the sea of Gray Wolf carcasses, Li Zhuo grew wildly excited. "Magnificent!" he blurted out. "To think so many Gray Wolves died here! Once we skin them tomorrow and take them to the town market, they'll fetch a fine price for sure. Forty or fifty of them—just how much silver will that make?" As he spoke, saliva threatened to pool in his mouth.
Chapter 16