Wang Li was riding atop his massive black-winged tiger, his eyes scanning the horizon as the dark clouds rolled over the mountains, a sure sign of the looming conflict. Beside him, his cousin Wang Xiangyi, her long black hair flowing in the wind, kept pace on her own mount—a sleek, lightning-fast jade eagle. Her face was stern and determined, every bit the warrior she was known to be. Behind them, Wang Li's mother-in-law, Xia Bingling, rode a snow-white qilin, her aura cold and powerful. Though she was his mother-in-law, Xia Bingling was a renowned cultivator in her own right, a woman of elegance, skill, and sharp wit. Her reputation as an ice-cold beauty was as famous as her combat prowess.
"Another rebellion to quell," Wang Xiangyi muttered, her sharp gaze on the distant silhouette of the Silver Moon Sect, one of the most powerful sects in the region. "We seem to be moving from one fire to the next."
