Chapter 3, my name is Lan Zhan, and I am the master of this Moon Pavilion.

Six years ago, the mother wolf brought her back from under that rock, her tiny body frozen like a block of ice. Upon finding the nipple, she suckled desperately, and when she drank the first mouthful of wolf's milk, she had already become a member of the pack. The snow wolves are large, curling up to wrap her in their embrace, providing her with warmth. Thus, under the protection of the wolf mother, she grew up to the age of six.

Perhaps it was due to their complacency that no one noticed they were being tracked. Upon returning to the den on the cliff, each went to their own resting place and fell asleep. The child who had miraculously survived was thriving among the snow wolves. Although the mother wolf later had several litters, those young wolves left their mother to establish their own territories once they grew up. Only she was particularly favored. The mother wolf always kept her by her side, accompanying her and teaching her hunting skills. The frail child needed protection, and even the wolves understood this principle.

The six years of searching and investigating have become more than just a matter of achieving merit; it has turned into an obsession in their hearts. Discovering the orphan of the Yue family is akin to finding the entrance to a treasure trove. The two mounted their horses and followed the vast footprints, pursuing them into the expansive snowy terrain. After running for quite a distance, they finally found traces of the wolf pack on the plain outside the valley. Naturally, the snow wolves' fur camouflaged them effectively in this environment; they could only see the yellow sheep soaring high and then heavily falling down. What was once a large, cohesive group had now been scattered, reduced to a mere half.

The number of wolves is considerable, and they currently have no chance of success if they act now. They can only wait a little longer, until the wolves return to their dens, or until the child and the mother wolf are separated. At that time, there will be no need for a grand commotion; they can simply carry out their plan.

The right-hand officer's face flushed red, "I have nothing to say..." There was nothing more to be said, as he stepped forward and with the tip of his knife, severed the rope around the child's wrist

Perhaps the Lord's persistence is not without value

The master of Boyue Pavilion faintly tugged at the corners of his lips, "I am not afraid." He turned his gaze to look at him, "Are you afraid?"

The secret of the left and right capture brought the person back to Wang Shezhou. Strangely, throughout the journey, she neither shouted nor made a fuss; in contrast to her previous unruliness, she was surprisingly quiet, almost like a normal child. However, she could not be approached; as soon as someone got close, she would bare her teeth. Thus, her tattered clothes could not be changed, and she entered the splendid hall of Boyue Pavilion dressed as such.

The change in expression was subtle, as it is not easy to come to this world. This child is currently in the harsh years of life, yet has forged a wildness suitable for survival. I wonder what thoughts the blade of Yue beneath the nine springs has on this matter

Zuo Shetiyao attempted to intervene, but was stopped by his master, who said, "You can't even defeat a couple of children; there's no use in being alive." He looked on with a smile, nodding in approval, "A person of great potential; in ten years, they will be a sharp blade."

However, the change came so suddenly, just at the moment when the rope was untied, that the child revealed a fierce expression, biting the neck of the right camera with the speed and precision of a wolf

He said no, "It is not the crescent moon in the sky. Your surname is Yue, born at the foot of the cliff, captured atop the cliff; this name is quite fitting, and it happens to have a homophonic connection to the high sky and the small moon, making it less sharp and distinct." After saying this, he smiled, clasped his hands behind his back, and recited, "Alas, I still hold great respect for your father; otherwise, I would not allow you to return to your roots. If I were to casually assign you a surname, even if your father were to come back to life, he would not be able to find you. Don't you think so, Cliff Child?"

Zuo Sheti said, "When my subordinates discovered her, she was riding on the back of a wolf hunting. This child possesses extraordinary strength; a single branch can pierce through a yellow goat."

Through a gilded, intricately carved vermilion window, a crescent moon hangs in the sky. She quietly glanced at the moon, captivated by its gaze.

Animals that hunt year-round are well aware of how to kill their prey with a single strike. Her teeth pierced through flesh, severing the artery, and no matter how fiercely the prey struggled, she remained as still as a blade plunged into the chest

The result of the uniform is nothing but hunting. The fallen child cannot move, only able to watch helplessly as the mother wolf has her neck twisted.

A stranger approached her menacingly, causing her to retreat in panic. Her foot stepped on the loose stones at the edge of the cliff, and all she could hear was the sound of falling debris echoing for miles. In her fright, she hunched her shoulders and let out a louder warning, yet her eyes kept darting back, as if she were contemplating jumping down.

The man slowly nodded, took a step closer, crouched down to take a look, and saw that her hands were bound. He raised his eyebrows and said: "Untie them."

Approaching, one is astonished by a child's innate arm strength. The branch piercing through the yellow sheep is blunt-tipped; not to mention a robust, running creature, even a pile of dead flesh would require a certain amount of force to cut or stab with a dull knife that has not been sharpened. Yet, this small child possesses the precision and skill of an adult, which is truly an incredible thing.

The sound of numerous dry branches snapping echoed through the forest, accompanied by a heavy sense of murderous intent and the dull thud of bone-crushing blows. Suddenly, a snow-white figure was thrown out, landing on the open ground before the cliff. Upon seeing this, the child let out a whimper of distress and lunged forward, only to be intercepted by Zuo Sheti. After all, a six-year-old child could hardly contend with bare hands against a blade, so the child instinctively bit down. Zuo Sheti cried out in pain, and as her hand was freed from the child's mouth, a large chunk of flesh was already missing. After all, a six-year-old child could hardly contend with bare hands against a blade, so the child instinctively bit down. Zuo Sheti cried out in pain, and as her hand was freed from the child's mouth, a large chunk of flesh was already missing

His heart raced as he felt a surge of anxiety; it had been so difficult to find this place, and if he fell, all six years of effort would be in vain. In a fluster, he placed a finger to his lips and whispered, "Shh... shh... if you jump down, you will die, so please don't move around..."

She ground her teeth as a warning, but the other party paid no heed and continued to approach step by step. In a fit of rage, she let out a roar and was about to strike, when he curled his index finger and struck her shoulder well point, instantly numbing half of her body, rendering her unable to move.

He was extremely angry and aimed a strike at the back of the child's neck. The child, who had previously struggled for his life, went limp. He spat and said, "Indeed, a spawn of the Yue Blade's evil!"

The mother wolf, fiercely protective of her cubs, was not easy to deal with. He had no choice but to put down the child and join forces with You Sheti. The Boyue Pavilion holds a significant position in the martial world, and the guardians and elders within the pavilion are not to be underestimated. With the combined strength of the two, even the most formidable wolf was ultimately subdued.

In the empty lobby, there sat a man with striking features. He tilted his head and observed for a long time, finally revealing a satisfied smile, "She resembles her mother very much; is she a girl?"

You Yi was somewhat hesitant, "This child is wild and difficult to tame, I fear that if I let her go, she may show disrespect to the master."

With his arms crossed, he looked at her, this stubborn child, who still stood there defiantly. A look of compassion appeared on his face, "Tattered clothes, with nowhere to hide... Well, I have already waited for six years, waiting another six years is no trouble." He knelt down to match her height and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, the ones who bullied you have already been killed by me, you will be safe from now on. My name is Lan Zhan, and I am the master of this Wave Moon Pavilion. What is your name?"

No closer now, the right camera gestured, hiding behind the rocks at the valley's mouth. Peering out, amidst the chaos, the child's hair was strikingly black, easily recognizable. He had participated in the hunt, thus entitled to share in the spoils. Dismounting from the wolf's back, he landed on all fours like a wolf to join the feast—burying his head to gnaw at the flesh, then lifting his head, his face smeared with blood, rendering his original appearance unrecognizable

Bring back a child from the snowy region, and that child happens to be of a similar age to the posthumous son of Yue Renyu. If this news leaks, then Boyue Pavilion will become the next Yue family

However, this time there was no need for her to make a great effort; the Lord of the Wave Moon Pavilion merely raised a hand, and Zuo Sheti fell down. This child must remain in the Wave Moon Pavilion, and no one else can know of their origins. Who in the world can keep a secret the best? Only the dead.

The people in the lobby exclaimed "Oh," seemingly taken aback, "She is only six years old."

Behind her was an abyss of immeasurable depth, with no way to retreat. She became anxious, baring her teeth and emitting a warning whimper. Zuo Sheti lowered his body and raised both hands, gently approaching her while softly reassuring, "Do not move recklessly... I will not harm you"

The wolf pack feasted there, and after satisfying their hunger, buried the remaining whole sheep in the snow as a food reserve. They also cleaned up the scraps on the ground to prevent attracting other carnivores. The weather was pleasant, with a clear blue sky, and the wolves leisurely groomed their fur under the sunlight, frolicked for a while, and then slowly returned.

Indeed, feeding with raw meat makes a difference

The scalding blood sprayed everywhere, and the bloody scene left even the master of the Wave Moon Pavilion in shock. However, the small figure possessed a resolute determination; her dark eyes resembled the deep green of a clear spring, calm yet filled with hatred. On the cliff, the right hand had snapped the neck of the mother wolf, and she was still unaware of the more brutal truths of life, but her current desire for vengeance was already quite endearing.

Although the child with a name is still unfriendly towards him, it seems that he understands his words

Unfortunately, she cannot understand, a pair of black eyes as dark as ink, fixedly staring at the newcomer

The distinction between strength and weakness is clear at a glance. The young child, having never witnessed such swift means of killing, seems somewhat fearful; however, her innate rebelliousness against authority still gives rise to thoughts of aggression

The right servant died in the mouth of the child; only after he had stopped breathing did she release her grip. Then, her pair of deep black eyes turned towards the left servant present.

A six-year-old wolf is a fully grown wolf, while a six-year-old child is still just a child. After waking up, she could not sit still; she crawled out of the cave, squinting her eyes, and squatted at the edge of the cliff to bask in the sun. Behind her, she heard faint footsteps approaching, and she twitched her ears and turned to look. Suddenly, she spotted a human, and in shock, she leaped up and assumed an aggressive stance.

The right-hand shooter cast a fierce glance at the branch, then turned his head back to gaze in the direction where the wolf pack had disappeared. "I always thought that little cub was dead; I never expected it to be raised by the wolves. As long as I catch him and bring him back to the Bo Yue Pavilion, it will be a great achievement in front of the Pavilion Master"

The child stared at him with a face full of vigilance, and he mumbled, "I forgot, wolves do not have names." After a moment of thought, he said, "Let me give you one, how about calling you Yue Yier?"

Right Sheti said: "If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not dare to believe it. Perhaps the way wolves are raised is different from that of humans; she has been drinking wolf's milk and eating raw meat since she was young, so it makes sense that her strength is extraordinary"