Chapter 749

She handed over the flatbread, the dried tuckahoe tucked inside already saturated with the spiritual energy he had exuded, glowing with a faint, soft light. A wolf's howl drifted from the distance, but it no longer sent a shiver down their spines—Wang Jianguo could "see" the alpha wolf, its body wreathed in earthy-yellow spiritual energy, evidently using this spiritual eye to cultivate as well. He stood up and brushed the snow from his clothes, discovering that a ring of new golden patterns had emerged on the trunk of the ancient cypress where he had been meditating—a mark left by the infusion of spiritual energy.