The news that this great world contained a White Tiger spread at once, drawing quite a few onlookers.
Though no one knew the origins of the red fruit guarded beside the White Tiger, the words "White Tiger" alone were enough to bring many people rushing over.
Jiang Yan blended into the crowd. Though his realm was not high, no one had the time to notice him now.
"A White Tiger is a divine beast recorded in ancient books. Who would have thought we'd encounter one in a place like this!"
"It is said that the blood of a divine White Tiger can cleanse the body, open spiritual eyes, and possesses countless wondrous uses."
"That fruit beside it looks quite tempting too. If we can take it as well, this trip won't have been in vain."
A group of people hid in the sky and watched, yet not a single one was willing to make a move.
What a joke. If someone became the first bird to stick its head out now, never mind whether they could defeat the divine beast—even if they did, there were so many people here. How would they divide the spoils?
Just then, a figure clad in deep black stepped out from the crowd.
His entire body was pitch-black, his outline bizarre, utterly at odds with the surrounding air. One moment, he sank into the shadows; the next, unknown fluctuations caused space around him to collapse.
There was no pattern to his every step. His trail rose and fell unpredictably, leaving the onlookers dizzy.
His gray-white eyes reflected the silhouette of the world, but the world appeared terribly distorted in his gaze.
"Tut, tut, tut. There's actually a little divine beast here~"
His voice was shrill without being effeminate, and his tone held nothing but pure