Closing his eyes, he sat on the ground, breathing steadily, his body swiftly relaxing. Sinking into the depths, he entered the cave with a different vitality. He saw his Qi vortex, now strengthened by the pitifully unlucky souls devoured by the Wolf Head.
Yan Xiaobao sat inside his Dantian Cave and noticed a pearl-white strand of Qi reaching from the vortex to him. He quickly realized that this strand hadn't appeared before, but now seemed to follow him. The strand shimmered with a silver hue, and Yan Xiaobao felt it depositing energy into him, making his soul grow stronger and stronger.
As he strengthened, his consciousness began to resemble that of a red wolf more than a young human. When Lan Feng's raspy voice rang out in the Dantian Cave, he nearly lost himself, "You useless little man, without my help, you'd accomplish nothing, would you?" Lan Feng shouted, cooling the panic that was slowly rising within Yan Xiaobao as he glared at the arrogant Phoenix.
