Hunting
Jumping from branch to branch of the countless sky-piercingly tall trees in the Soaring Sword Sect's hunting grounds, Xue Bai was feeling in his element.
Whether it was from the years that he spent in his forest-like training grounds or the slight influence that came from his fox-type bloodline, whenever Xue Bai was in a forest, he felt free. The feeling was so refreshing that he almost had the instinct to reveal his true form.
However, in the small chance that a Soaring Sword Sect powerhouse would notice his pure demonic beast bloodline and mistake him for a demon, Xue Bai kept it hidden.
After all, the Soaring Sword Sect was an entirely righteous organization and would never allow a demon into their fold, no matter how talented they were.
And while Xue Bai might not be righteously aligned, as long as he was a Soaring Sword Sect member, he had to at least act like one.
