By the time the white wolf came to, three whole days had passed. For a few brief seconds, he was completely disoriented, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, the horrific memories of what had happened flooded back into his mind. Instantly, a consuming rage left absolutely no space for rational thought.
In this moment, the white wolf was entirely willing to die alongside his enemy, humanity. His anger swelled further as his sensitive nose caught the scent of a human approaching the room. A spark of absolute hatred ignited in his yellow eyes, growing with each step the human took closer to the door. The wolf's canines were on full display, and a low growl rumbled deep within his chest, ready to tear apart the first human who dared to enter his space.
When the door finally opened, a young girl in a bright red dress stepped inside. She appeared to be about seven years old, with bright blue eyes and a high ponytail that swayed rhythmically as she walked. The first thing she saw was the white wolf sitting quietly by the bed, its eyes conveying a soft expression of pure happiness and joy.
The young girl cried out in absolute delight, rushing forward to hug the wolf with all her might.
Heartbeats before the girl had breached the door, the white wolf had miraculously regained his lethal clarity. He had rapidly decided that the fleeting satisfaction of attacking this human wasn't worth his life. If he was going to take his ultimate revenge, a single human child wouldn't be enough to quell his rage, not even if he spent his next life hunting them. Quickly and decisively, he had suppressed his fury, smoothed down his bristling fur, and adopted the friendliest, most docile look he could manage. Thankfully, the naive human had fallen completely for his act.
The young girl was accompanied into the room by another human—a mature woman who seemed much more vigilant. She looked at the white wolf with deep suspicion but quickly dismissed her thoughts, remembering that the creature was just a mindless beast that had most likely already forgotten what had happened to its family just a few days ago.
It turned out that when the white wolf had passed out during the auction, he had indeed been sold. Patriarch Huang Xiaoming had purchased him as a cheap novelty pet for his youngest daughter. Because no one in the auction hall could properly identify the species of the white wolf, its market value had been severely reduced. Since no one knew what its bloodline was suitable for, experimenting on a single beast to see if it was better for source core improvement, alchemy, or exotic food wasn't a viable option for the merchants. Such an experiment would require a person to possess at least tens of the same beasts to test, not just one.
As the young miss's official pet, the white wolf was expected to keep her constant company and ensure she was never bored. If the young miss ever lost interest in her new toy, the wolf might easily find himself slaughtered and served as dinner.
Time slowly passed, and the white wolf flawlessly played the part of the fiercely loyal companion. With time, he realized just how incredibly naive he had been on that first day. The young girl possessed enough cultivation to kill him instantly if he had chosen to attack her. Despite her childish demeanor, she was already in the Bone Marrow Cleansing realm, the second stage of human cultivation. Meanwhile, the wolf's cultivation languished in the early stages of the Fearless realm, the very first stage of demonic beast cultivation. The little girl could have easily killed him with her pinky finger.
With this humbling knowledge deeply ingrained in his mind, the white wolf committed himself fully to his role as a pet, all while he slowly, silently plotted his ultimate revenge against the entire kingdom.