"Good. Since that is so, there is no time to lose!" Yu Qingtian nodded slightly. "My Duojin Mountain Yu Family has prepared for decades. Today, we shall accomplish it in one stroke!"
"Yes, this child will follow Great-Grandfather's arrangements!" Yu Tong's figure slowly vanished, nowhere near as unrestrained and elegant as Zhang Yuhe's disappearance!
Yu Qingtian watched Yu Tong's figure disappear, a trace of hesitation appearing on his face. Yet after a moment, he turned around and walked several steps with a grave expression. With a wave of his hand, the silver tiger landed before him!
The silver tiger resembled a real white-browed tiger, swaying its head and tail in midair. Even the gleam upon its body trembled in the wind like tiger fur!
Yu Qingtian drew a deep breath and slapped his chest. Opening his mouth, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence fell through the air, about to scatter into droplets, when Yu Qingtian grabbed with his hand, condensing it into a ball and holding it still!
Yu Qingtian immediately chanted a strange incantation, while equally obscure hand seals slowly emerged from his hands. As faint silver light after faint silver light fell upon the blood essence, it gradually shrank, its color steadily deepening. After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the blood essence was nearly invisible, yet its color had become almost pitch-black!
"Go!" Yu Qingtian raised his hands with difficulty, as though lifting a mountain weighing ten thousand jun. The tiny black dot slowly rose from where it had been. As Yu Qingtian pushed his hands forward, it struck the silver tiger's forehead!
With a soft bang, a blackish-red mark appeared on the silver tiger's forehead. Long and flat, it resembled a third eye. The silver tiger instantly