Yan Wantang, daughter of the Beast Taming Sect's leader, was a universally acknowledged good-for-nothing. Her parents and older brother were all top beast tamers, but she was born without a spiritual root. She couldn't learn the language of beasts, communicate with them telepathically, or, needless to say, tame them. But you only live once, so you might as well enjoy it. She had money, she was beautiful, and everyone in the sect doted on her. So she might as well become a pretty good-for-nothing who ate, drank, and waited for death. Then, by chance, she found a black cat on the verge of death beside a spiritual spring. Beautiful and kindhearted, she bandaged its wounds and fed it spring water. To her shock, the black cat started talking. Astonishing! A good-for-nothing like her, who couldn't speak the language of beasts or commune with them, had actually met the one and only beast in the world she could communicate with telepathically. It had to be fate! She picked up the dying black cat and kissed it several times. The cat narrowed its eyes weakly: Where did this idiot come from? If this Demon King weren't on the brink of death right now, I'd scratch that devastatingly beautiful face of yours to pieces.
