The rising sun climbed in the east.
The dazzling, fiery-red sun forever blazed with eternal light and warmth.
Beyond being a flaming star, it was also the source of countless lives.
All things revived, everything awakening to fresh vitality as the sun woke.
The morning dew soon dried in its warmth, and the people living in the city began their busy day along with it.
Su Ping was no exception.
Though, comparatively speaking, by the time he got up, the sun was already rather high in the sky.
With sleep still crusted in the corners of his eyes, Su Ping yawned and, without bothering to wash his face first, arrived at Old Sha's training ground outside the Jungle.
This was something he had to check first every day.
Only after checking it could he feel at ease going to see how the Forest Wolves' training was progressing.
Yet this morning, the moment Su Ping looked, what little groggy sleepiness remained vanished without a trace.
His eyes went round. Not caring that he was still wearing pajamas and slippers, he broke into a sprint straight into the tempered-glass enclosure, to Old Sha's side.
All because, at this very moment, Old Sha had undergone yet another new change.
This change had never appeared even in Sun Chaoju's records of those Ten Thousand Woods Wolves.
Old Sha himself was still much as he had been before. In fact, upon noticing Su Ping's arrival, he shifted his gaze, revealing a trace of excitement.
However, he seemed to be maintaining that extremely unusual breathing rhythm and did not make a sound.
Clearly, Old Sha was currently at absolutely no risk of his thinking becoming rigid or of woodification.
Su Ping could even see that, as Old Sha breathed in that peculiar rhythm, every hair on