Chen Yuan slowly walked up to the Qilin Flame Wolf. In its eyes, filled with confusion and doubt, he gently touched its forehead.
Moments later, the Qilin Flame Wolf sensed ancient runes slowly materializing in its mind, causing it to widen its eyes in shock as it looked at Chen Yuan. Although it could not speak the human language, its spiritual wisdom was no less than that of a normal person, and might even surpass it.
The Qilin Flame Wolf could clearly sense how powerful the cultivation technique Chen Yuan transmitted into its mind was. It had always relied on its innate talents as a Qilin Flame Wolf to fight, but in Bayan Mountain, there were no opponents that could challenge it. Even the Inner Qi Martial Artists who sometimes came were not its match, which made it quite complacent in this pressure-free environment.
