Crunch crunch.
The wind and snow blended together, dry snow compressed into chunks, dense hailstones struck the tiles, producing sounds like the clash of gold and iron.
Liang Qu flicked away a bean-sized ice particle, closed the booklet, and listened in wonder.
Time and fate.
Senior Brother's explanation was quite detailed, even more than the booklet's contents.
The "Sick Tiger" among the Eight Beasts was entirely the product of many coincidences of talent, experience, and circumstances, merging to create a towering tree; calling it a freak is not at all wrong.
Combining the "Sick" in the name, it carries a twisted, maddening danger.
"Such matters as the Heavenly Pass are quite secretive, how could it be known so clearly?"
Zenith entering the Young Dragon, the solid three steps deduced by countless sages, it wouldn't be easy to take the fourth and fifth steps; Liang Qu suspected that the cost of stepping out might be thorough blockage, its limit, and no way back.
