In the courtyard of Muria, a snow-white "large cat" strolled into a quaint stone palace. As soon as it walked in, an overwhelming vitality greeted its senses, much like stepping into a lush ancient forest, compelling the white cat to take a deep breath.
After getting slightly accustomed to the rich life energy within the stone palace—it was so dense it felt like it was about to condense into droplets—White Tiger Troy came to a large pool as still as a mirror, its surface as smooth as glass, and gazed downward into the jade-green waters.
His greenish-blue eyes squinted slightly, observing the pool's water. Lately, it seemed to have become increasingly darker and denser with the life force over time. Even though the pool now looked almost as dark as ink, it still could not conceal the radiant tri-color spirit light at the bottom—a spectacle produced by a considerable heap of elemental crystals.