Watching the sun rise again, Lu Yuan donned his Black Iron Equipment and, with the Donkey Head Mask on, started the reclamation process with vigor and boldness.
He left the Tree of Life and luggage here, asking his companions to look after them.
Before leaving, Lu Yuan also spotted the wily and rampant Old Wolf along with its new harem, his face bearing a smile that was not quite a smile.
These few creatures sauntered out from the ruins of the city.
Three slightly emaciated, brown-furred she-wolves eyed Lu Yuan with a bright glint, their faces wary.
From their fur color and builds, it was clear they weren't faring too well here.
After all, the resources of the oasis couldn't compare with those of the Primitive Forest and couldn't support too many creatures.
In the food chain, wolves were at the bottom.
"These wolves are pets from a prehistoric civilization?" Lu Yuan's eyes sparkled with light.
[Brown-furred Shepherd Wolf, omnivorous.]
