Ahead, a towering mountain range stretched across, its highest point reaching hundreds of feet.
As the man and the wolf climbed the mountain range, a new sight suddenly unfolded before their eyes. The vast land and mountains ahead were no longer barren; small grasses and trees were scattered about. However, most of them were wilting and yellow, already withered. It was hard to find any trace of green. Such a desolate place was unsuitable for human survival.
But surprisingly, right below the mountain range, they could clearly see some very rudimentary thatched huts. Livestock roamed freely in the mountain streams. In their field of vision, human figures could be seen—old and young, men and women. Without exception, they were malnourished and as skinny as matchsticks. They wore no clothes; instead, they were clad in garments woven from dried grass or tree leaves, mere loincloths for modesty. It felt like they had arrived at a primitive tribe.