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Looking at the wolf, a hint of longing could be seen, and when it spoke, its killing intent surged. Even Yan Xiaobao felt a shiver run through him, for he understood what the beast was saying.
When battling beasts or human cultivators far superior to himself, he found life to be at its most exciting and intense. He also deeply craved the fights that forced him to give his all, the battles that made his blood boil and his adrenaline rush.
Seeing Yan Xiaobao comprehend his true feelings, the wolf's face showed a slight smile.
Just as Yan Xiaobao was about to ask the wolf another question, the void suddenly disappeared. He found himself in another state of darkness, a familiar darkness akin to when he used to close his eyes.
Opening his eyes, he realized he was in his own small room, sitting on his stone bed, utterly bewildered by how he had arrived there.
