"From another point of view, modern cities are also a jungle made of steel and cement. Although I don't have to worry about being attacked by wild beasts here, it must have some effect if I close my eyes and practice! Since I know this method, I have to try it."
Michael soon decided that he would not follow Master Miguel to the deep mountains to cultivate, but he could still try to close his eyes.
......
A few days later.
At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.
In the jungle, the cold wind was whistling. A little girl with blond hair and blue eyes was holding a dagger and staring at the front vigilantly.
In front of her was a hungry old wolf, which was staring at the girl with greedy eyes and growling in a low voice.
This was like a contest of patience and courage. The girl was like a stone statue, motionless all the time. As time passed, the old wolf couldn't hold it anymore. It roared and rushed to the girl.