A white light soared into the sky.
A fierce White Tiger aura sent gale-force winds surging through the air.
An extremely holy and lithe white tiger with fine and delicate features emerged elegantly from the formation with a man riding on its back.
"Brother Yang Yuan! You're finally here!"
"Brother Yang Yuan!"
An Lin and Shangguan Yi extended warm greetings.
The man sitting atop the white tiger was none other than Yang Yuan.
An Lin was a little frightened by Yang Yuan's current condition.
Yang Yuan had heavy, dark circles around his eyes, and his body appeared to have been completely depleted. He forced a smile onto his face before extending a difficult salute. "Brother An Lin, Sister Shangguan, it's so good to see you again…"
"What's wrong, Brother Yang Yuan? Have you been abused?" An Lin's brows furrowed.