Chapter 1595: Wordsworth's Diary

My name is Wordsworth. I had no parents since childhood. My master told me I was a naughty child raised by a bear. I have no memory of my childhood. I only remember when my master took me to Kunlun. It was snowing heavily, and a bear was holding me tightly. In the end, I survived, but the bear died. My master told me that the bear was spiritual. I will never forget it carried me thousands of miles to the Kunlun Mountains. The master said he buried the bear, but I could never find its grave, so...