Henry Foster could see clearly that right on the hillside ahead stood a little girl. She looked about six or seven years old, a head shorter than Henry Foster, dressed in thick, exquisite white clothes. Her hair was braided into little plaits like a fishing net, adorned with a few delicate ornaments, as if she had just stepped out of a painting. Though young, she already carried an air of grace and nobility.

But how could a little girl appear in such a desolate wilderness at this time?

Most crucially, when Henry Foster followed the little girl's gaze, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Less than ten zhang in front of the little girl, two enormous beasts were emerging from the shadowy, pitch-black forest. Each was over a zhang tall, baring their fangs, with blood-red drool dripping from their mouths. Their forelegs were even thicker than Henry Foster's thighs, their claws as sharp as steel knives, gripping the rocks on the ground, tails drooping, slowly closing in...

"There really are wolves in Black Wind Mountain?"

A jolt ran through Henry Foster's whole body as if struck by lightning, and cold sweat broke out all over him.

He hadn't expected there really would be wolves in Black Wind Mountain, and even less that he would stumble upon such a scene!

A lone little girl facing vicious wolves, in mortal danger—what was this?

...This was exactly the damsel-in-distress scene that storyteller Walter Redman often mentioned!

Having grown up listening to tales of chivalrous heroes from storytellers, Henry Foster's heart couldn't help but burn with excitement at this moment.

Just look at the little girl's attire—clearly the daughter of some wealthy family. In the chivalric tales told by Walter Redman, so many heroes started their rise from just such a small act of saving a damsel in distress. By the usual script, if he rescued a little beauty in peril and shouted out for justice, the other party would surely repay him with her hand in marriage and a fortune to boot. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

After all, ever since he was young, Henry Foster had always dreamed of being a hero saving a beauty, but apart from once shouting when someone was peeping at Widow Hua bathing, he'd never had such a good chance. For someone born with a chivalrous heart, it was truly frustrating to have nowhere to put his strength...

But amidst his excitement, he quickly poured a bucket of cold water on himself!

Those two wolves were truly fierce—just look at those claws, sharp as steel knives...

...Though he'd never personally experienced the things in those stories, surely saving a damsel and getting himself killed weren't the same thing?

Honestly, the sensible thing to do right now was to slip away and hurry back to Niutou Village!

Suddenly faced with this situation, Henry Foster's heart was pounding wildly!

Should he risk it all and jump out to save her, or pretend he hadn't seen anything and sneak back to Niutou Village to stay safe?

Seeing the two hungry wolves fixated on the little girl, drawing ever closer, his heart burned like fire. For a moment, his little head couldn't make a decision, so in his desperation, he took off the copper coin from his neck and flicked it with his finger.

The copper coin flew through the air, catching the moonlight, and seemed to emit a strange purple glow.

Henry Foster pressed the coin onto the back of his hand and slowly opened his palm.

In the moonlight, he saw that the old copper coin bore the words "Qian Yuan Tong Bao" on its face.

"Heaven's will—let's do it!"

Years of experience had made Henry Foster trust the decisions made by his copper coin. With his mind made up, he stepped forward.

At that very moment, the two wolves—clearly no ordinary beasts—were already just three or four zhang from the little girl. Their hind legs bent, gathering boundless strength, about to pounce on the seemingly frail little girl who looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

But the little girl, facing the two demon wolves, wore a calm expression far beyond her years.

Just as the two hungry wolves were about to leap at her, her small hand formed a seal with thumb and forefinger, and a gentle breeze began to swirl around her. The breeze looked unremarkable, but it contained a chilling energy, growing stronger and stronger in waves, reaching a certain limit before suddenly roaring forward...

"Run, you fool..."

But at that instant, a thin, small figure suddenly darted out from behind a rock nearby, even faster than the wolves. He scooped the little girl into his arms, and the two of them tumbled down the slope behind the hill like a spinning top.

The little girl, who had been completely focused on what was in front of her, was caught off guard and utterly bewildered.

Crash...

Henry Foster chose to play the hero, but he wasn't about to charge in recklessly just because he was fired up!

When he dashed out, he'd already scoped out the terrain—it was a steep slope, precipitous, with strange rocks below, perfect for using the rocks to block the pursuit of those two ferocious wolves. He and the little girl were both small and thin, able to dart between the rocks, and if necessary, could even hide in a crevice to escape. But those two giant wolves definitely wouldn't be as nimble as they were!