The setting sun painted the sky, and tall, unkempt grass filled Jingyang's vision. He realized belatedly how and when he had ended up in this desolate wilderness.,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.,But JingYang, this half-way monk wolf, in hand-to-hand combat, would ultimately not be a match for the professional wolves. Moreover, he was completely unfamiliar with the movement patterns of quadrupeds. The enemy wolf roared while grappling, biting, and wrestling with JingYang, gradually gaining the upper hand… On the other side, JingYang’s true form, sitting cross-legged, watched in anxiety. If he lost this fight, then being bitten to death would be his fate!。