"Take this. Turn to page six of the ultimate martial soul section—page six thousand one hundred and eighty-two of the whole book—and you'll get a general understanding of your martial soul," the young man told him, then tossed him a book as thick as several Xinhua dictionaries combined.
Dai Yunze hurriedly caught it, but its weight nearly dragged him to the ground.
Then, before he could regain his footing, he discovered that the space around him had changed again. This spatial shift sent him tumbling to the ground.
When he raised his head, he realized he was no longer indoors. He was outside, in what seemed to be a small pavilion.
Lush blue silver grass surrounded the pavilion, its shimmering blue expanse a soothing sight.
Dai Yunze rose from the ground, picked up the heavy book, and looked across at the young man, who was already seated leisurely at the stone table, sipping tea. "Couldn't we have just walked here?" he grumbled.
The young man gave him an amused glance. "Carrying that heavy book in your hands?"
Dai Yunze sat on another stone stool and placed the book on the stone table. "Pretend I never said anything."
Then he opened the incredibly thick Soul Master Martial Soul Chronicle before him and turned to the page the young man had directed him to.
The first thing that caught his eye was an image, apparently drawn by hand.
It depicted a white tiger.
Like an ordinary tiger, this white tiger had a massive body, sharply defined muscles, and huge paws with sharp claws.
What set it apart were the stripes on its body, black as ink, and its fierce, gray-black eyes, which looked almost lifeless.
Unlike an ordinary tiger, its forehead did not bear only the character for "king." There was also