For the rest of the day, Huang Biren and the white wolf spent their time in silent companionship, playing the guqin. They both knew this would be the first of many nights they would be apart, as Huang Biren could not take a demonic beast to a royal birthday celebration, and the event was to last two whole days.
When evening came, Huang Biren prepared herself, putting on a stunning blue dress and almost no makeup, which she didn't even need. When the wolf saw her, its heart pounded abnormally fast, almost causing it to faint. Huang Biren kissed the wolf on its head before entering a golden carriage that departed the Huang mansion. The wolf dismissed the unusual heart rate as a side effect of getting old and went into Huang Biren's room to cultivate. Though its progress was painfully slow, it still cultivated each night while trying to perfect its own technique.
After a few hours, the wolf fell asleep, its snores echoing in the room. The peaceful sleep didn't last long, as the wolf soon began to have night terrors. Normally, this would have been the moment Huang Biren woke up to play her guqin and sing to soothe its fractured mind, but tonight, the wolf was on its own.
In its dream, the wolf watched the death of its pack repeatedly. With each horrifying memory, the images became clearer, causing the wolf to shake with terror. Tears rolled down its white, hairy face. Anyone seeing it at this moment would feel waves of immense sadness and suffering emanating from its body, a sadness that could drown any normal person. One might wonder how the wolf had survived this long with such sadness and loss. The answer was simple: Huang Biren. She was the only one who truly knew how much the wolf suffered and endured. She didn't know why the wolf chose to live so happily, at least on the surface. To anyone who saw the wolf during the day, it was nothing more than a cute, happy pet, but Huang Biren knew better.
By the time morning came, the white wolf was at its limit. The dream had renewed its hatred and reaffirmed its resolve for vengeance. Throughout the day, the wolf stayed in the room, meditating on its cultivation technique. When night came once again, the wolf was prepared to face its terrors in the name of vengeance. It fell asleep as usual after cultivation, and when the night terrors began, the wolf tried to remain as calm as possible, viewing the deaths from an outsider's perspective.
As time went by, the wolf grew calmer, analyzing the memories to eliminate this weakness. In its mind, being unable to sleep due to trauma was a roadblock that any being aiming for success should work on with all their might. Instead, trauma should be a driving force on this road. As the wolf watched and analyzed the memories, it fell into a trance where it lost all sense of self. It didn't know who or what it was; all it knew was that it simply existed.
When morning came, the wolf did not wake up and instead continued to sleep. In its mind, the wolf had become obsessed with the technique Elder Huo Yuanjia had used to kill its mother in such a bizarre manner. When the wolf finally woke up in the evening, it had a single thought: "I have finally completed my cultivation technique, and this time, it is perfect."