Chen Feng rested for a while and had something to eat. The King of Tibetan Mastiffs also woke up, still a bit dazed and unsure of what had happened to it. However, when it saw the smoked meat Chen Feng tossed over, it stopped pondering those thoughts and happily started devouring the smoked meat.
Chen Feng built a fire to dry all his wet clothes before he began to look around the cave. But he quickly became disappointed as there were no exits where the light had been seen previously; they were likely holes the size of ant hills formed by the weathering of rock layers. He wasn't Sun Wukong, who could transform himself into seventy-two different forms, such as shrinking into an ant and crawling out of those small holes that were dozens or even hundreds of meters thick.
