Perhaps the wolf had originally been white. Perhaps, after traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, running across vast and boundless lands, it had been stained a dirty, grimy gray by the hazy rain.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, a faint sense of déjà vu washing over him, as though he had lived through this exact scene before.
Back in the former Daxia Dynasty, a lone wolf had also come running from ten thousand miles away—the very same Xiaobai of today.
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