Time passes swiftly, unnoticed, as ten years slip away like a quiet stream.
Xiao Jie has completely integrated into this desolate wilderness. Standing among the woods, his figure resembles a lurking fierce beast. A life of eating raw flesh and blood, climbing rocks, and crossing streams has honed him with knotted muscles, an exceptionally robust physique, his bronze skin marked with the scars of frost and old wounds. His thick beard grows wildly like weeds, long tangled hair drapes to his shoulders, concealing half of his angular face. Standing there, without any intention, an aura of primal and rugged wildness emanates overwhelming.
More astonishing are the non-human traits he bears: his eyes glimmer with a ghostly green glow in the dark night, like a mountain cat prowling at night, seeing the dark as daylight; when focused on distant views, his gaze becomes as sharp as a soaring eagle-hawk, with even birds from miles away unable to escape his sight.
