On the day the sect chose its spirit beast cubs, my junior sister snatched the black wyrm that had been meant for me.
It was said to be the greatest spirit beast in the world, one that might even ascend to dragonhood.
In my previous life, I was the black wyrm’s bonded master. During a trial in the sect’s secret realm, it pushed me into the jaws of a flame beast to save my junior sister.
That was when I learned that I had never been the one it wanted as its master.
When I opened my eyes again, I picked up the little dog my junior sister had rejected.
My martial uncle tried to dissuade me:
“That’s just an ordinary little white dog. Even if it somehow manages to transform, it’ll only hold back your cultivation. Why not wait for another one?”
He didn’t know that the day Little White transformed would be the day all beasts bowed before it.
