"Brother Wolf, I've come to see you again. Tell me, how has Qianyuan's cultivation been going these past few days?"
While Fang Qianyuan was living in the wilderness, eating raw flesh and drinking blood, dancing with wolves, Gong Yuan appeared once again before the mountain cabin astride his Blue-Eyed Gray Wolf.
He had arrived a little earlier this time. The stooped old man had just returned from patrolling the woods and was basking in the sun against the roots of a tree by the door, leaning on his cane.
Hearing Gong Yuan's voice, he opened his eyes and glanced over, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"That boy really is a genius. It's only been a few days, and he's already broken through his bottleneck. What's more, he seems to be on the verge of comprehending the heart of the wild."
As he spoke, admiration and wonder also appeared on his face.
Over the past few days, the stooped old man had seemingly had no contact with Fang Qianyuan, but in truth, he had been watching his every move through the wolf pack.
He discovered that Fang Qianyuan's bottleneck had begun to loosen almost on his very first day with the wolves, and his state of mind had already developed. Fang Qianyuan himself remained completely unaware and continued following the pack, immersing himself in their lives. Over the next few days, he gradually began to comprehend the even more profound heart of the wild.
Shock spread across Gong Yuan's face. "The heart of the wild! Really?"
He seemed to find it hard to believe.
"That state of mind is an advanced attainment shared by the beast-taming methods of the Spirit Taming Art. Without great wisdom and exceptional insight, it's impossible to achieve..."
The stooped old man looked at Gong