Early morning.
The sky was just beginning to light up.
A cold sun was slowly rising from the eastern seabed.
The golden sunlight shone on the snow-covered Rolling Mountain range, draped in a silver garment, bewitchingly beautiful.
Inside a spacious stone cave.
A large but not so big golden gradient was curled up in one corner of the cave, emitting rhythmic and faint snoring sounds.
On a real leather soft bed in the center of the stone cave.
A tall figure with a wolf's head and silver-white fur all over his body was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating.
Swirling black smoke surrounded him, the intimidating aura was breathtaking.
When the clear bird chirping sounds from the forest outside the cave entered the cave.
Lu Fei opened his eyes.
Suddenly.
The black smoke that was originally swirling around him quickly burrowed into his body, disappearing without a trace.
"Huff..."
A long breath was exhaled.
