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.,Jingyang was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, completely sobering him up.,One wolf, its throat torn open, gradually stopped struggling. The other two wolves continued to fight. Jingyang took a deep breath of the thick, bloody air, gritting his teeth against the pain in his heart, forcing himself to remain calm. Even if he didn't understand what was really going on, he couldn't afford to make a mistake now...。