A strange spring flowed from the tips of the two wings, winding along the ground into the two eyes of the small yin-yang fish at the center.
In an instant, ethereal mist rose from within the holes.
At first, both holes emitted white mist. But when the spring water flowing from the wings nearly filled them, the mist suddenly thickened. The mist from one hole abruptly turned a deep black, while the white mist on the other side became so dense that it turned milky white.
An unusual light bloomed from the hole emitting black mist. Soon after, a red flower with long, curved petals slowly emerged from the spring covered in black mist, like a lotus pushing through mud.
Dai Yunze looked stunned. Staring at the uniquely shaped flower with its strange beauty, he had a guess in his heart, yet he could not bring himself to believe it.
His body slowly drifted down, his gaze fixed entirely on the red flower. It seemed to hold a fatal attraction for him. As though beyond his control, he stepped toward it.
A dim glow began to bloom from the young man's body. It originated from him, yet did not follow as he moved forward. Instead, it gathered behind him into the phantom of a White Tiger.
The White Tiger's gray-black stripes carried an evil air. Its tail, formed of joints of bone, bore a scorpion's venomous hook. It had wings on its back, and a vertical eye opened upon its forehead.
Its body was light and nimble. It could pounce a great distance by stepping through the air, following closely at Dai Yunze's side.
The closer he came, the more intoxicated and excited the young man appeared.
The red flower seemed to respond from afar as well. The faint red