A Loving Family Peak really wasn't all that large to cultivators, and not every part of it was worth visiting.
Sandong wouldn't take Qian Qing anywhere bare and ugly.
The places Sandong took Qian Qing were all places Sandong genuinely considered good.
For instance, from beside a small slope, they could watch a Flood Dragon resting in its coils in the distance and count the scales on its body.
Then they strolled to the stream to feel the cool water and watch little fish unafraid of people winding through it.
Sandong could even find the little White Tiger and have the little White Tiger carry Sandong and Qian Qing on a leisurely walk.
Qian Qing looked rather surprised when she first saw the little White Tiger. Even after she sat on it, Sandong could feel how tense her body was.
Patting the little White Tiger on the head, Sandong told Qian Qing that the little White Tiger before them was a well-behaved, good tiger.
After sitting there a while, Qian Qing discovered that the White Tiger was indeed docile to an almost outrageous degree.
Sometimes, when she encountered something she couldn't understand, Qian Qing had also found a thought that let her understand it immediately-this was how immortal folk lived.
It was perfectly normal for immortal folk to have a few abnormal things about them.
Like a well-behaved White Tiger, or a Flood Dragon that sneezed out clouds and mist.
There were cultivators darting through the air on swords, and gentle, adorable Flower Spirits.
No wonder people said that heaven was vast and earth was vast, but immortal folk surpassed them both; even martial prowess that reached the heavens couldn't match a cultivator's hundred years passing in a glance.
The cultivators' world held an entirely different kaleidoscope of wonders.
Besides,