"Waaah, waaah, waaah..."
The silver wolf curled up on the ground, letting out weak, helpless sobs.
The way it looked at Song Wen and Mi He was like a child staring at some unknown monster.
"Don't eat Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua is only one hundred and fifty-three years old. I only gained intelligence a year ago. I haven't grown up yet. I don't want to die." The silver wolf's voice was clear and childish, soft and babyish, like that of a three-year-old girl.
Mi He crouched down and stared directly into the silver wolf's eyes, her voice cold.
"Take us to your Silver Wolf Clan's sacred mountain."
The silver wolf's eyes brimmed with fear, but its voice was resolute.
"You want me to take you to the sacred mountain? Dream on! Once you get near the sacred mountain, you won't just eat me—you'll eat Xiao Bai, Xiao Shan, Xiao Xi..."
A cold gleam flashed through Mi He's eyes. A short sword abruptly appeared in her hand, its chilling light radiating in all directions. She clearly intended to torture it for answers.
"Fellow Daoist Mi He, let me try." Song Wen suddenly spoke.
Mi He turned and glanced at Song Wen, then rose to her feet and stepped back two paces.
Song Wen walked to the silver wolf's side, crouched down, and spoke softly.
"Your name is Xiao Hua, right?"
Perhaps sensing goodwill in Song Wen's voice, the silver wolf nodded, tears shimmering in its eyes.
Song Wen continued, "Who are Xiao Bai, Xiao Shan, and Xiao Xi?"
"They are silver wolves like me. We often play together," the silver wolf said.
"Why did you just say that we would eat you and Xiao Bai and the others?" Song Wen asked.
"My mother... and all the elders of the clan say