The Heavenly Scar White Tiger carried Mo Xie and the Little White Tiger onto the floating island covered in Ice Vines. The view suddenly opened up.
The floating island was vast, with all kinds of plants growing on it. There were even rare natural treasures.
Ahead, steps made of Ice led up to an enormous, imposing Palace. It glittered all the more brilliantly in the sunlight.
On either side of the steps stood a lifelike ice tiger statue, its gaze stern.
The Heavenly Scar White Tiger brought Mo Xie this far but went no farther. She apparently had no intention of climbing the steps.
The Little White Tiger seemed to think nothing of it. He bounded up the steps as if he were going home.
Mo Xie looked away and turned toward the snow-white Palace. He set foot on steps no other creature had ever climbed and made his way upward.
As he moved, white tiger heads appeared from who knew where, their large eyes fixed on the human intruder.
This floating island was a paradise for White Tigers!
At the top of the steps, the Palace doors swung inward to either side, revealing a magnificent interior.
Mo Xie strolled into the Palace. His gaze settled on a fierce white head flecked with color at the center of the hall.
Its owner had a pale amber body with a translucent sheen, yet it was far from smooth. Thick, elegant fur covered it from neck to tail.
Its ears were sharply pointed, like leaf-shaped horns, and a striking double-crescent tiger marking adorned its forehead.
Its brows were frost-white and as long as a heavy beard, curving down beside its wild cheeks and lending it the presence of a king!
Its majestic silver whiskers exuded unmatched dominance, and the kingly marking on