The distant wind carried a moist breath, blowing through the deep forest.
The branches and leaves were sparse; the dense foliage rustled loudly, shaking uniformly like a brush sweeping over waves of wheat.
In the secluded stream, the sky was clear and bright, silver springs surged, and clusters of glowgrass thrived.
A leopard with purple spots was crouched at the edge of the cliff near the stream, bowing its head to sniff the roses closely.
And on that plant, very similar to a rose, hung a crystal-clear, blood-jade-like fruit, heavy as a water droplet.
A moment later, it slowly opened its eyes wide, its amber-colored pupils flashing like lightning across the ravine below.
There, an old white tiger, advanced in years, was coming with slow steps.
"Wind Tiger Yun? What's that old thing doing back here?"
Thunderstorm narrowed its eyes, a flash of cold indifference sweeping through them.
This old creature, it had come before for some inexplicable reason to test him.