The boy and the wolf moved together as they headed home. Xuanyuan continued looking into his new memories: he had carved a large hole inside a tree using this rusty dagger. His home was simple, a simple bed with bed sheets made from beast fur. The walls were filled with trophies he took from beasts he hunted and magic wolves' fur covered the floor. In his mind, his little home was cosy and perfect. In the middle of the tree house, there was a pit; a metre or so wide that he would use for cooking. Cooking in the open would attract unwanted attention, which might have resulted in his death. Surviving alone in this fierce world was an endless challenge.
People like him who had to struggle to survive did not have many options: They could become servants or hired thugs for the rich families in Moonwaste City, become mercenaries or guards, or turn to a life of crime. If they were lucky and talented, they could gain entry into a sect. Then they wouldn't have to suffer from hunger or the cold nights. They only needed to concentrate on perfecting their martial skills and occasionally go on missions. If they were unlucky, they would be robbed and killed; or raped and killed, if you were a woman.
He finally realized how truly powerless he was. It was difficult to go against fate in this strange cruel world. He had sworn to take revenge on Yuejue, the young master of the Moonwaste City. However was such a thing even possible?
"The worst thing that could happen is death. Like I give a damn!"
He still felt disheartened nonetheless. Xuanyuan knew very clearly that if a person lost his courage, determination and principles, he was better off dead. So he had already made up his mind.
"I'll avenge you no matter what it takes. This is the only way I can repay you for your body. I swear that I will avenge you and Guyue!"
While he was encouraging himself, Xuanyuan had already arrived home. It was a very discreet and well hidden location. He opened the door, it seemed like everything was the same as in his memories.
Except, when he and Guxing walked further into the house, he was stunned by the sight on his bed.
He couldn't believe his eyes, he was frozen in place. There was a woman in a snow white silk dress and her lithe shoulders were peeking from the top of her dress. Her hair was like the smoothest black silk, draping casually down to her waist. She had beautiful collarbones and below them, you could almost see her equally shapely chest. Her skin was like porcelain, so white and perfect. Xuanyuan could not stop staring at this young girl.
"I have never seen such a pretty girl in my life. I should look while I still can. She is prettier than a thousand widow Zhao’s combined..."
The old beggar was a kindhearted old man, he was good, except for the fact that he was a horny old devil. He would always bring Xuanyuan to peek at widow Zhao when she showered. Xuanyuan's blood would start to boil and his face would always flush red.
The girl's tiny, lovely face looked peaceful with a hint of sadness. A teardrop was softly clinging onto her long eyelashes. Her expression szx calm and her cheeks were flushed, she gave off a serene atmosphere. She seemed so delicate, she was untouchable.
Xuanyuan stared at the young girl, he glanced from her face to her chest, from her casually placed arms to her tiny waist, from her knees covered by white dress to her delicate feet. He had gained plenty of experience from peeking at widow Zhao when she showered, that's why he could determine that this girl had two beautiful long legs hidden by the dress.
His heart was starting to pound. He didn't know who this girl was. This was his home and it was inappropriate for her to be sleeping on his bed. He gathered his courage and walked nervously towards the bed.
Xuanyuan's heart was racing in his chest.