The Urban Dao Child.
Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Huh? For Real?
Laohu Bai held Yang Dao's hand and led him to the huge stone arch standing in the distance. Yang Dao asked, "Hey, is it because you are the master, that these pillars have the white tiger carved on them?"
The white-haired girl nodded and said, "Same for everyone else. They have similar pillars for the sacred realms they govern."
Yang Dao nodded and looked at the pillars with more focus. The pillars seemed to give off a little glow of the like and dark. He nodded and said, "They contain profoundness of the light and dark law."
Laohu Bai nodded and said, "These arches are more than just a mere gateway, Dao. Can you guess the other purpose?" she asked him quizzically. The two people stood in front of the magnificent arch holding hands.
Yang Dao looked carefully at the two arches. He suddenly said, "Is it also guarding the entrance?"