In the depths of the Qingshi Mountain Range, the clouds and mist were like gauze.
A huge, snow-white tiger was crouched and lying quietly; it was Chen Sheng.
His figure was majestic, and his snow-white fur seemed to be carved from the finest white jade, exuding a gentle luster in the clouds and mist.
At this moment, Chen Sheng's amber vertical pupils were drawn together, and a wisp of faint golden mental power emerged from his brow, transforming into thin strands of light that gently touched the brow of the dragon-headed man.
In an instant, the other's entire body trembled as his tightly closed eyes abruptly opened. A mysterious light flashed in his eyes, as he had been refined into a living servant by Chen Sheng.
He struggled to get up, ignoring the intense pain in his veins, and respectfully knelt before the white tiger, his head hitting the ground heavily, making a crisp sound:
"I, Lì Chángkōng, pay respects to my Lord!"
