The Tiger King agreed to guide Luo Feng. After the two of them rested for a moment, they came to a dangerous peak.
The mountain peak was incomparably steep, covered in jagged strange rocks with not a hint of green. From afar, it looked like a gigantic sword stabbing straight into the clouds, standing tall between heaven and earth. The hazy mist around it, under the moonlight, gave off a dim jade-like glow, adding an air of mystery and eeriness.
"Senior, what are we cultivating now?"
Though his True Yuan had yet to fully recover, Luo Feng was extremely excited, filled with anticipation for the training to come.
The night wind was bitterly cold. The Tiger King gazed at the dangerous peak before them and said:
"Let me warn you first: our Wild tribe's cultivation method is different from that of your Hundred Nations Territory. If you can't withstand the pressure, you'd best give up now."
Luo Feng shook his head. "Unfortunately, I don't like giving up halfway."
"Good."
