The cliff face.
The Big Dipper Nine Stars, Seven Visible, Two Hidden.
The White Tiger leaned against the mountain wall, his Primordial Spirit grievously wounded and not yet conscious. Beside him stood Lu Xi, hands behind his back, gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
The wind swept up his black hair. His little black face was solemn, while black and white fish swam and circled within his sleeves, giving him the bearing of an otherworldly master.
He had struck this pose for the sake of one line. When the White Tiger woke, he would say something profound and unfathomable: "You're awake."
The White Tiger had two sides to one body. When his demonic nature took the lead, he was a madman without equal beneath the heavens. When his wicked side took the lead, he was a rare villain of the mortal world.
No matter how one looked at it, the White Tiger had nothing to do with "goodness." But to Lu Xi, good and evil were irrelevant. Speaking of which, he still had to thank the White Tiger.
Without the White Tiger's covert assistance in flattening the Moon Concealing Joyful Union Sect, Lu Xi would have had to put in considerable effort to establish his own sect. How could things be as easy as they were now? He had picked up three hundred cauldrons for free and casually wiped out an eyesore of a rival.
At that thought, the solemnity on his face grew even more profound and unfathomable.
He glanced from the corner of his eye toward the little woods. Lu Dog had carried the Azure Dragon inside some time ago. When exactly would he hand her over? Couldn't he give him a definite answer?
In the grass, the Azure Dragon's face was deathly pale. From time