In a world of ice and snow, a young man walked alongside a little tiger. It would have made a beautiful scene.
Except the young man was carrying the Little White Tiger in his arms.
Mo Xie stroked the Little White Tiger's fur as though petting a cat. He looked down with a smile and said,
"We haven't run into a single Demon Beast all this way. Looks like you really did bring me luck, little guy."
It was true. Nothing dangerous had happened on the journey so far, and they had made it through safely.
By his reckoning, he was on the upper slopes of Tianshan. Most Demon Beasts in this region were powerful, and Monarch-Level Demons were no rarity.
Yet, to his puzzlement, he had not seen a single one.
He could think of two explanations. Either he really was extraordinarily lucky, or... an unimaginably powerful Demon Beast had been following close by the whole time.
Mo Xie glanced at the Little White Tiger in his arms. Content from all the petting, it scratched its little head, shifted position, and went back to sleep.
He smiled softly at how adorable it looked asleep.
"Bringing you along was the right choice after all."
Whether it was the Little White Tiger's mother or another elder watching over it, he was safe for now. With the cub in his arms, its guardian probably would not do anything to him.
He looked up at the sun and judged that it was around noon.
Have I really been walking that long without noticing?
The danger to his life had been taken care of. Now he had to worry about surviving here.
Ling had told him herself that he would have to spend three years in this world before he could return. That meant