It was a fierce, exotic white tiger of immense size, standing several feet tall and long. As it galloped through the street, the surrounding houses seemed to sway, and the ground trembled beneath its weight.
The most striking detail was not the tiger itself, but the young girl riding upon its back. Dressed in a light green gown, she appeared to be under twenty. Though she had a lovely face, there was still a trace of childishness in her expression, and an air of untamed arrogance clung to her.
When Moyang turned around, the white tiger was already charging toward him at high speed. He did not dodge—partly because the beast was simply too fast, and partly because the thought of retreating had never crossed his mind. To him, a fierce beast of this level, even one descended from ancient lineage, would fall with a single punch; it posed no threat to him.
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