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A long sigh.

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The cave, the Council Hall of the White Tiger Clan. Several elderly men with graying hair sat upright, whispering to each other.

At that moment, a golden figure appeared out of thin air. The elderly men were startled and hastily stood up to greet him.

"Clan Leader!"

"Hmm, sit." The man responded coldly, flicking his sleeve as he sat down first.

The old men sat below, not daring to breathe loudly. They were full of awe toward this clan leader who had returned just a year ago.

They still remembered finding a woman dressed in red on the riverbank a year ago. The woman was covered in wounds, and no one believed she was alive, yet her vitality was surprisingly strong. Initially, they didn’t plan on involving themselves in human affairs. But the priest of the White Tiger Clan surprisingly discovered their aura on the woman.

After a brief discussion, they decided to save her.

A few days later, the woman’s condition worsened. The White Tiger Clan was sealed on this mountain, and they couldn’t obtain more herbs, so they could only watch as the woman gradually walked into the Underworld.

But then, a golden light flashed, and a blood-soaked golden cat appeared out of nowhere.

It uttered only one sentence, "Take me to the White Tiger Spring!"

Everyone was astonished; who was it? How did it know the baptismal site of the White Tiger Clan?

At this moment, the High Priest rushed over. Upon seeing the golden cat, he fell to his knees with a thud, repeatedly calling "Clan Leader."

Amidst the confusion, the High Priest cradled the golden cat into the White Tiger Spring, placing it in the Spring Water. Others hurriedly followed, excited to witness an extraordinary scene.

As the golden cat entered the White Tiger Spring, it immediately emitted a dazzling golden light. Suddenly, the small cat disappeared, its limbs becoming robust, its body becoming majestic, and in an instant, a massive white tiger with a golden shine on its forehead appeared in the Spring Water.

By the ancestral teaching of the White Tiger Clan, every clan leader’s forehead bears the golden mark.

With a series of thuds, everyone knelt down, tears in their eyes. The White Tiger Clan had been sealed for millennia, and finally, their king had returned!

A day later, the white tiger, having undergone baptism, emerged from the Spring Water. Its stride was steady, and its golden tiger eyes and the awe-inspiring golden "king" character on its forehead shone brightly. It informed everyone that its name was Bai Yu. Seized by the Heavenly Dao and separated from the White Tiger Clan seal for thousands of years, it had finally returned.

Bai Yu, yes, that had been its name all along.

It was a white tiger nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with no father or mother. If one must say, then heaven was its father, and earth was its mother. Once, it roamed with carefree abandon, and in the world, no one didn’t know the name Bai Yu.

Later, it grew lonely and gathered a group of kin with spiritual roots to establish the White Tiger Clan. At that time, wars raged, with the Dragon Clan and Human Clan preoccupied with seizing territories. Meanwhile, it led the White Tiger Clan across mountains and rivers, living with majestic flair.

Until one day, the Heavenly Dao appeared.

The Heavenly Dao said the world needed a system, and he would be the creator of such a system.

The Heavenly Dao said, Bai Yu, I give you a task, henceforth your name will be immortalized.

It didn’t agree, but the Heavenly Dao sealed its kin and took it away without its consent. From then on, it was sealed within a stone, beginning a lengthy wait.

How many tens of thousands of years had passed? It no longer remembered. The prolonged solitude of the seal caused it to forget its name, forget its identity. Sometimes it even thought it was just this stone.

Until one day, it saw a girl with a smile like a flower, she discovered it and took it away.

The girl placed it in the life-brimming Spring Water, it felt comfortable. Finally, one day, it broke free from the stone. The girl wasn’t afraid, she gently embraced it and named it ’Old Jin.’

She didn’t ask where it came from, though she was its owner, she had no sense of ownership. She fed it dried small fishes, and no matter where she traveled, she would bring it back many treats. Over time, even it felt that dried small fishes were indeed delicious.

Later, alongside the little black dog, appeared the Little Red Snake and Little White Cat. They weren’t afraid of it, they would play with it. Especially the Little White Cat, which fought with it every day. It began to enjoy this life, enjoying its owner and these friends. Indeed, happiness is addictive.

Subsequently, several partners gradually unsealed their seals. It learned that it was a white tiger, sealed within the stone. The girl was furious, angry at their fate. It remembered, that day on Flower Island, the girl left the mysterious gate, holding it and crying under the scorching sun.