Fatty Wang was determined not to believe that his Iron claw Silver Wolf had died, and tried his hardest to shake its body, thinking that it was faking its death.
He simply cannot accept this truth!
As he usually rode roughshod over the outer disciples, other than relying on Elder Wang's reputation, he still required a little bit of real ability.
But as his own cultivation couldn't made it, just based on his own ability, sometimes he wasn't even able to match up against those freshmen, like Yuan Zeyu, who had just joined the Sect, so in order to be able to hold up the situation, he could only rely on this Iron Claw Silver Wolf!
If he didn't have this wolf, then in future how was he going to maintain his prestige? How could he made those outer disciples who he had bullied into listening to his commands obediently, and not sought revenge?
The more Fatty Wang thought, the more his heart was incinerating!
