May 14.
Fangshan was forever shrouded in clouds and mist, with scattered rain falling, and the tiger roars from the zoo combined with the faint dragon's rumble from the mountain peak, forming a grand and deep symphony.
Of course, there were no real dragons in this world.
Lu Chenzhou, who had come to Tiger Garden to watch tigers, knew that was Grandmaster Wang breathing—the dragon's roar probably had something to do with his cultivation technique, but the specifics were unknown.
As for the mists veiling the mountain top, it surely was connected to the Grandmaster. Shi Ruyu said that the Innate Breath exuded from eighty-four thousand pores, forming steaming clouds. For a Grandmaster to enshroud this little hill was no big deal—like the traces of an immortal.
After Black Tiger finished its daily howling, it began to nap.
