An adage says that the more beautiful the appearance of something is, the more dangerous it is. The same thing applied to this picturesque forested mountain. It seemed like a cluster of flowers and piles of brocades with trees providing pleasant shades, augmented with the misty white fog that added a bit of wonderland flavor to it. Yet, Tang Xiu and his men, who had passed through the bridge and continued forward for hundreds of meters, abruptly stopped as though they were about to face a formidable enemy.
It was a white pigeon. That's right, it was the usual white pigeon, but with a body that was ten times larger than an ordinary white pigeon—comparable to an ox. At present, it was lazily strolling through the patches of flowers and grasses. Even though it noticed the arrival of Tang Xiu and his men, it just casually glanced at them and spewed out a spray of flames.
