This river, wide and vast, stretched beyond the horizon.
In the early morning sky, before the sun had risen, wisps of white mist hovered over the river surface, with red flowers and green grass adorning the banks. Occasionally, a few egrets flew by, their crisp calls echoing in the ears, imparting a sense of an earthly paradise.
One's spirit felt so carefree that it seemed possible to forget all troubles.
The wind was slightly cool.
Little White obediently sat on Chu Jin's shoulder, while Mo Zhixuan sat by her side. Feeling the chill emanating from him, Little White shrank its neck and hopped down to the stern, silently staring at its reflection in the water, lost in thought.
Looking at its reflection, its face was filled with sorrow.
Dammit! It was once a mighty White Tiger, yet now lived the life of a cat.
If this were to spread to the other nine Divine Beasts.
Would it have any face left?