Luzhou Collection.
Cheng Er yawned listlessly.
As the only waiter in the small town's Wine House, he had skillfully fathomed a set of experience in laziness, knowing that at this time, there wouldn't be any guests.
Therefore, he could take a little break.
Just as he was basking in the sun, comfortably letting out a yawn so big he almost cried, a commotion suddenly erupted on the streets of Luzhou Collection!
The crowd came surging like a tsunami, occasionally punctuated with exclamations of "Great Immortal" and "White Tiger Immortal"!
Cheng Er looked on curiously.
Suddenly, his mouth began to hang open wider and wider... until, with a crack, he covered his dislocated jaw, tears truly streaming down his face.
But by then, his attention was wholly captured by someone in the crowd.
One could see a person seated atop a massive White Tiger, wearing a Taoist robe – a young Taoist Priest riding a tiger!
No, an Immortal!
