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 he disagreed with the most. To the white wolf, the passing years were merely fuel, causing his 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 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 his 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 his mind.
Frustration bled into futility. For years, every technique he created only injured him, leaving him on the brink of death. He stayed alive and continued experimenting, with vengeance as his driving force and, of course, the healing pills that Huang Biren routinely obtained from the family's storage to heal his self-inflicted 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 instinctively that he didn't want one. Over the years, the wolf had listened to all her worries and problems. He served as a perfect vessel for her secrets, offering a profound, wordless sanctuary that healed more than speech ever could.
During these quiet moments, as the girl spoke to the wolf as if he were human, the wolf would forget his hatred for a few fleeting moments and enjoy the liberation that came with a heart temporarily 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 ever found in the human world. These sounds were what truly stopped the nightmares the wolf suffered each night, although he didn't know it.
For years, Huang Biren had been silently waking up in the dead of night whenever the white wolf had night terrors, playing her guqin until his mind was soothed and he 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 his softening heart, he might have unleashed a desperation so violent that only the heavens could contain it.