Over time, the white wolf and Huang Biren grew even closer, to the point that she took the wolf everywhere she went. In the many books the white wolf had secretly read, the human saying "time heals all wounds" was probably the statement it disagreed with the most. To the white wolf, the passing years were merely fuel, causing its shattered spirit to rot into a toxic sludge of malice and fury.
By observing every action taken by the humans, the wolf came to a chilling realization: humans did not see demonic beasts as living creatures. It wasn't that humans were ignorant of the fact that beasts had life and consciousness; they simply didn't care. To them, demonic beasts were lowly creatures put on their world by the gods to serve as food and to provide resources like skins and alchemy materials. The humans had grown so self-centered that they arrogantly cast themselves as the sole heroes of the protagonists of the world.
With this newfound hatred, the white wolf became even more driven to obtain power. As the young mistress of the Huang clan, Huang Biren had access to almost all of the family's cultivation techniques. The white wolf memorized every technique she brought out of the family's library, attempting to create its own cultivation method. While Huang Biren channeled her essence, the wolf crouched in the shadows like a silent scholar, scrutinizing the rhythmic flow of her origin qi and dismantling every intricate movement within its mind.
Frustration bled into futility. For years, every technique it created only injured it, leaving it on the brink of death. It stayed alive and continued experimenting, with vengeance as its driving force and, of course, the healing pills that Huang Biren got from the family's storage to heal its injuries.
Time sculpted the young mistress into a devastating beauty, a woman whose mere presence commanded the rapt attention of all who crossed her path. A white shadow remained her only unchanging companion, trailing her every footstep through the passing years. The young miss had never given the wolf a name, sensing that it didn't want one. Over the years, the wolf had listened to all her worries and problems. It served as a perfect vessel for her secrets, offering a profound, wordless sanctuary that healed more than speech ever could.
During these moments, as the girl spoke to the wolf as if it were human, the wolf would forget its hatred for a few moments and enjoy the liberation that came with a heart free from vengeance. These moments grew even longer whenever the young miss sang to the wolf as she played her guqin. Her soothing, melodious voice and the beautiful sound of the instrument were the only things of beauty the white wolf had found in the human world. These sounds were what stopped the nightmares the wolf had each night, although it didn't know this.
For years, Huang Biren had been waking up in the night whenever the white wolf had night terrors, playing her guqin until its mind was soothed and it went back to sleep. With all of this, the bond between beast and human grew even stronger, even as the white wolf subconsciously tried to stop it from happening. Had the beast glimpsed the truth of its softening heart, it might have unleashed a desperation so violent that only the heavens could contain it.