Dream Plane, deep in the night, on the cool, breezy prairie, Hao Ren stood face-to-face with a gigantic black wolf that was as tall as a person even on all fours. Both sides were rather shocked, and neither had recovered from it yet—the aftershocks were still ongoing.
Just moments ago, the black wolf Hao Ren had thought was a "wild animal" had spoken. Its words were clear and sharp, and it even sounded like it had a Beijing accent—though that last part was probably thanks to the powerful intelligent translation system. Hao Ren firmly believed that no matter how bizarre the Dream Plane was, it could not possibly raise giant black wolves that spoke in a full Beijing dialect. Even with the intelligent translation system, however, he could tell that the wolf had definitely spoken human language rather than having its beastly roars translated into speech. This had been tested before: the translation system could not translate Lily's "woof"... It could only handle advanced languages with linguistic structure.
Hao Ren sat on the grass in his pajamas, still enveloped in a faint glow. He did not dare deactivate the Rigid Shield, since the wolf pack surrounding him did not look particularly safe. He glanced at the giant black wolf opposite him, his voice still tinged with surprise. "You really can talk? Are all the wolves here able to talk?"
"That depends on the group," the giant black wolf replied. It cast a wary look at the transparent membrane around Hao Ren. A fist covered by that membrane had felt like a steel pillar smashing into its head, and it had only barely recovered from seeing stars. That was why it cooperated readily with Hao Ren's questions. "Some prairie wolves can talk, like us ones with bone plates—we're a superior breed,