Mu Rong Jing found a badly injured “little black dog” on a snowy night.
The pup was sweet and clingy, though he ate a lot, tore the house apart, and kept crawling into Mu Rong Jing’s bed in the middle of the night.
Then one day, the dog transformed into a handsome young man, unable to hide his ears and tail.
“Master, I’m actually the young lord of the wolf clan from Shuofeng Plains.”
“The people hunting me will be here soon... Could you keep me for a few more days?”
Later, all three realms knew that the aloof immortal cultivator from Fushan had a silver wolf at his side that wagged its tail.
The wolf pup was always shouting, “Master is mine!”
The immortal cultivator would calmly reply, “Mm, yours.”
Everyone else: Weren’t you supposed to be cold and abstinent?
