What a strange life path, what a strange way of developing. Hao Ren felt that he had encountered one bizarre thing after another lately. From the real world to the Dream Plane, not once had anything gone according to the normal script.
He was currently riding a black giant wolf nearly as tall as a person, racing across a mysterious prairie. Two bright full moons and an unfamiliar, dazzling Milky Way hung overhead. In the distance stretched a horizon that did not belong to Earth, while unknown alien grass swept past him. The night wind rushed at him, and the boundless sky and earth created a vast, mysterious shock. As an otherworldly visitor riding across the prairie on a wolf's back, Hao Ren felt that his style rating had to be at least a dozen plus signs just thinking about it.
It would have been even better if he weren't wearing pajamas...
The bitterly cold wind blasted into his face. If Hao Ren had still had his old physique, he would probably have been blown senseless by now, and might even have nearly frozen to death. But he was no longer what he had been. He wasn't Superman, but he was at least an enhanced human. This level of cold was nothing to him. He merely tightened the clothes in front of him with one free hand out of habit, while the other gripped the black, bristling fur on the back of the Wolf King's neck. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs over the wind, "I say... just how big is this prairie?"
"Very big, very big!" The Wolf King's voice was equally loud. "I don't know how you humans calculate things, but my Wolf pack and I once ran for seven days and seven nights without