Baihu looked like a heavenly fairy who had descended from the heavens to grace the mortal realm with her ethereal beauty.
Her long, flowing white hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes sparkled like precious gems.
Her form, bathed in the ethereal glow of the sun, danced upon the surface of the lake. The water, still and glassy, mirrored the blossoming hues of the sunlight—a canvas upon which she painted with the strokes of her bare feet.
Each step left behind a ripple that shimmered like scattered diamonds, a fleeting testament to her otherworldly grace.
It seemed as if nature itself conspired to elevate her, the surface tensing ever so slightly to cradle her weightless form.
A goddess among mortals, Baihu looked one with nature—a trait the Divine White Tiger race was known for.
Even Chen Tian was momentarily moved, struck by her otherworldly presence.
