Zhao Xuan's steps were light and slow, making no sound as he walked along the stone-paved path.
The doors to the main hall stood open, but perhaps because the hall was too vast and deep, the bright sunlight only illuminated a small area near the entrance. Deeper inside was nothing but darkness.
But to Zhao Xuan, even the darkest places were clear as day. He could distinctly see the enormous white tiger statue within the hall, as well as the three old men and Dai Haotian beneath it.
Before long, Zhao Xuan stepped into the hall. Yet no matter how light his steps were, they sounded exceptionally clear in the silent hall.
Four pairs of eyes turned toward him, their pupils gleaming with faint gold that stood out sharply in the darkness.
Zhao Xuan did not look at them. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the enormous white tiger statue.
The statue was especially conspicuous in the spacious hall, and it had been carved with remarkable lifelikeness. Every strand of fur looked soft and smooth, vivid as if alive.
A pair of wings grew from its back, and its tiger eyes also glimmered with faint gold, as though it were a lofty deity gazing down indifferently upon the world.
"Are you Zhao Xuan?"
While Zhao Xuan examined the white tiger statue, the Dai Family's ancestors and Dai Haotian were also examining him.
Seeing Zhao Xuan enter and immediately study the white tiger statue, they were not angered. Instead, they were rather pleased. To the Dai Family, the white tiger held extraordinary significance, so this could be considered a sign of respect toward them.
However, they could not simply let him keep looking forever. The Dai Family's Great Ancestor suddenly spoke.
Zhao Xuan withdrew his gaze, a trace of surprise flashing