Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

The wolf’s teeth, the wolf’s claws, the wolf’s mouth rapidly expanded before Tie Dan’s eyes.

Yes, wolves.

Without a master, chain, and rules to restrain them, they’re not dogs, they’re wolves.

The familiar scene leapt into view, and memories long thought dead suddenly flooded his heart.

Yes, he himself used to be a wolf.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Run, Little Egg!"

Suddenly hearing his own name, Tie Dan whipped his head around.

Then the child, no taller than a wheel, saw himself standing on the vast snowy plains. The world was a dazzling white, so bright like light, it dazzled his eyes, and he couldn’t help but rub them.