C475 The Origin of the Tamed Beast(1)

In the pitch-black forest, Wang Yao made his way through the underbrush, the occasional frantic fluttering of birds and beasts echoing around him.

Unperturbed by the relentless rain soaking his face, Wang Yao felt the wet fabric of his clothes cling to his skin, an unusual sensation of weariness and chill creeping over him.

Emerging from the forest, he reached the easternmost shore