The White Wolf, the Teahouse, and the Woman

Before Sa Tongtian could recover...

Wang Xian vanished.

Crack! Teeth bit through a throat!

Clang, clang, clang! Blades snapped with a piercing ring!

Shhk! Shhk! The Deer-Cutting Saber slashed through necks, spraying blood.

Before Sa Tongtian could even let out a roar, the streak of white lightning—and Wang Xian with it—had vanished from sight.

Several black-clad figures lay sprawled across the snow. They were barely breathing, with no breath left to draw.

The old man's mouth twitched violently. This was the first time he had seen Wang Xian make a move.

No, that wasn't right. He hadn't seen Wang Xian make a move at all. The ambushers were already dead beyond any doubt.

This... this was a killing blow.

Luckily, Wang Xian had left him to clean up the battlefield. The old man liked that sort of work.

Back in the wooden cabin, Wang Xian boiled a kettle of water.

He stroked the little white wolf's head and sighed softly.

Muttering to himself, he said, "They say that if you can't forget someone, you'll hear from them again. I miss you so much. I'm sure Hu Keke misses you too!"

Three years had passed, yet the little fellow hadn't grown at all.

It had appeared before him without the slightest warning.

It was truly unbelievable.

The little white wolf was very well-behaved. It gazed at Wang Xian with tear-filled eyes, looking utterly innocent.

Staring at it in a daze, a thousand thoughts passed through his mind. After a moment, he pointed at Feng Hao in the sleeping bag and smiled. "This fellow is a crow. He only took human form yesterday..."

"Awooo!"

A flicker of surprise suddenly appeared in the little white wolf's eyes. It sprang forward, flew past Wang Xian, and pounced on the sleeping bag.

Licking Feng Hao's