"I knew I had the right person. You are exactly who I've been looking for." Qiu Baimu walked in from outside, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze lighting up his face.
"Master!" Qiu Zimo's expression, his eyes filled with a smile, carried a perpetual calmness and a hatred as resolute as that of a wolf king with a broken leg.
This marked the sixth year that Qiu Zimo had been by Qiu Baimu's side.
"That's right. That gaze—it's the same as it was back then.
Zimo, I want you to become the Young Master of the Baimu Organization. Can you do it?"
"As long as it's what Master wishes, Zimo will accomplish it without fail."
"Good!"
And so, at the tender age of fourteen, Qiu Zimo entered the Trial Forest to undergo the most grueling trial of the Baimu Organization in order to win over the organization and earn their submission.
The wind howled through the forest, accompanied by the chilling roars of beasts.
