Sure enough, Changtian moved his finger and ignited the tiger fur, and then creamy white smoke filled the air, accompanied by a faint musk scent.
This thick smoke rolled and spread across the ground, remarkably forming into shape very quickly; in the blink of an eye, it revealed a fierce tiger lying across a big stone, with pure white fur and a large "King" character on its forehead. Its gaze was majestic and awe-inspiring, almost demanding kneeling submission.
This is precisely a much smaller representation of the White Tiger.
The White Tiger lazily licked its giant paw and glanced up at her, saying: "Ning Xiaoxian, finally remember me now? Any intention to abandon Mr. Snake and join me? Eh, the Evil Qi here is heavy, really not a good place."
Changtian said coldly: "Spare me the nonsense, get up, and take me to the nearest town."
