There was a saying in Buddhist teachings that all meetings were the will of the heavens. All encounters were fated. There was no such thing as being early or late. You would meet the very person you were supposed to meet at the right time.
The beast's fur was completely white. Its nose was sharp. It had two huge horns on its head. Its eyes were narrow and slender like the crescent moon. It was squinting as it looked at Ye Tianxin as though trying to figure out if she was food or something else.
Ye Tianxin dared not move. Although she was a Six-leaf cultivator, she was not confident she could escape from this colossal creature. It was no wonder people said only Eight-leaf cultivators dared to venture deep into the Four Forests.
Ye Tianxin could not see its body. She could only see its head. If she had to describe its looks, she would say that it resembled a slenderer version of a white fox.
Yoo!
The beast cried out.
