Chen Wangshi and Little Pearl stared, dumbstruck. They thought a tiger had really come down from the mountains and was nearby, and both trembled with fear.
This "Immortal Realm" was wild and untamed, with plenty of beasts. Every so often, one entered the village and hurt someone.
Wolves and wild boars were one thing. With Ahua around, they could at least put up a fight.
But at the sound of that tiger's roar, even Ahua had been frightened up into the rafters.
After all, however clever and fierce that tabby cat was, however willing to fight a wild boar, she was scared to death of the tiger, her distant feline cousin.
The two huddled beneath their quilts, shaking. Then they remembered that the thatched house was hardly sturdy enough to keep out a tiger.
"Master! Right, where's Master? Wasn't he at the edge of the village?" Little Pearl sprang up, pushed open the door, and ran toward the village edge, afraid something had happened to him.
Chen Wangshi came out behind her. One glance left her staring in astonishment too.
Dozens of meters away, above the thatched shelter where Tang Changsheng lived, a fierce tiger bathed in Golden Light hovered in midair, imposing and majestic.
The golden tiger turned into a streak of light and lunged thirty or forty yards away. Then, with another bound, it landed back inside the shelter.
A moment later, Tang Changsheng emerged with the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in one hand and the Seal of Authority in the other. "I was practicing Dao Arts. I hope I didn't frighten you!"
The two stared at him for a long while before Little Pearl finally asked, "Master, what sort of spell was that? How did you make a tiger appear?"
Tang Changsheng smiled. "I performed those Dao