Help me take revenge?
The little white wolf froze, never having imagined that its newly acknowledged master would say he would avenge it.
Its father had been one of the Spirit Realm's eight great Demon Kings.
Yet even with such formidable strength, his entire clan had still been wiped out. That showed just how terrifying their enemy's power was.
"What, you don't believe me?"
Seeing the little white wolf standing there in a daze, Chen Changming smiled and patted its head. "My body cultivation is actually at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm. By your Beasts' standards, that's equivalent to the early tenth level. Isn't that cultivation even lower than yours?"
"Master, you're only at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm?"
The little white wolf was stunned.
It had previously estimated him to be at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul Realm. It had never expected its judgment to be wrong—its master's true cultivation was only at the seventh level.
"That's right."
Chen Changming nodded and smiled. "So rest assured. Once we enter the Spirit Realm and our strength reaches a certain level, I'll begin helping you take revenge."
Chen Changming was still quite confident in himself.
He believed that one day, he too would become one of the Spirit Realm's foremost beings.
"Thank you, Master."
The little white wolf was deeply moved, tears faintly glimmering in the corners of its eyes.
To be honest, it had no father or mother left, and every one of its relatives had died. Deep down, it felt terribly lonely and helpless. Even if it returned to the Spirit Realm someday, it had no confidence that it could avenge its family.
After all, while it was growing stronger, its enemy was growing stronger as well.
Moved by this, the