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. For the white wolf, time only seemed to make its broken heart fester with hatred and rage with each passing day.
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 thought of themselves as 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. As Huang Biren cultivated, the wolf would lie on the floor, watching how she circulated her origin qi, memorizing every detail, and using its great intellect to dissect the techniques down to their cores.
All the wolf's efforts seemed to be in vain. 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.
Years went by, and the young Miss Huang Biren grew into a beautiful woman who turned heads wherever she went. The one constant was the pure white wolf that followed her everywhere. 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 was the best listener, helping her deal with her problems by not saying anything, not that it 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. If it had realized what was truly happening, only the gods know what it would have resorted to to stop it.