"Edgy?"
"I think it's pretty good. What's so edgy about it?!" Sitting astride her, Chu Sheng said teasingly, "What a wonderful sequence proverb."
"It sounds like you're the supreme ruler of everything. Suits you perfectly."
Chu Sheng paused, stroked the wings on An Xi's back, and asked, "That thing covers all your abilities, doesn't it?!"
"I didn't catch it earlier. Could you say it again?"
"No!" An Xi shook her tiger head and lay motionless on the floor.
"Really?" Chu Sheng rubbed her tiger head and whispered, "Are you going to disobey your master's orders?"
At his words, An Xi's tiger body shuddered. Some indescribable images surfaced in her mind, and she trembled slightly, her voice barely audible.
"Master's orders..."
"All right."
As though resigned to her fate, An Xi began reciting the White Tiger Sequence's sequence proverb.
"In the west dwells a divine beast, named the White Tiger. Presiding over slaughter, it holds the universe in check. Its fur wears frost and snow, its eyes hold stars. Its claws rend metal and stone, its roar shakes mountains and rivers. This is the Four-Symbols War Venerable, Heaven's god of slaughter, the White Tiger Lord!"
"The White Tiger belongs to metal among the five elements, governs autumn and slaughter, and guards the western Seven Mansions. Born of metal's essence, it manifests in answer to the Mao Mansion. When Pangu opened the heavens, the metal essence of his lungs condensed into silver frost, gathering into form. Its roar shattered Kunlun's ancient ice, and thus the White Tiger's true form emerged!"
"Its body is luminous as winter snow, its eyes hold violet lightning, and its jet-black markings accord with the slaughtering aspect of Geng Metal. The King Mark upon its brow resembles an innate seal of slaughter; when it moves, ten thousand weapons