"What, are you afraid?"
Hearing the change in Si Yuanjin's tone, King Mu gave a faint chuckle, finally set down his fishing rod, and turned around.
What appeared before them was a handsome, refined face.
His face was like polished jade, his bearing that of an immortal, with something of the otherworldly masters in legends who wandered the mortal world at their leisure.
But one feature stood out as distinctly different: his eyes.
King Mu's eyes were a strange red tinged with gold, as though beads of refined iron cast from metal had been set into them. Beyond his elegant, otherworldly bearing, they lent him an unreal quality, as if he were not truly human.
Those eyes inexplicably made people feel as though they stood before a statue of an immortal deity in a Daoist temple. A similar reddish-gold radiance seemed to circulate around his body, like a god or buddha descending to earth, solemn in his sacred majesty.
Rainbow light radiated outward from his body, and before anyone realized it, the surrounding world of ice and snow had transformed into a green valley.
Ripples danced across the lake, birds skimmed overhead, and fish leaped through the waves-a scene brimming with life.
A Yu Xiao Tiger with an eagle's head, a tiger's body, and two wings on his back bounded up from the low slope behind King Mu, shaking his head and swishing his tail.
He was only about a zhang long, the size of an ordinary Human Rank spirit creature, yet his whole body exuded a sacred aura. His eyes were the same unusual reddish-gold as King Mu's, and beneath his gaze, the surrounding scenery shifted through the four seasons, both illusory and real.
Clearly, this was no ordinary Earth Rank Mid-Grade Yu Xiao Tiger, but a powerful spirit