Bai Ze no longer spoke human language.
It squinted its eyes, as noble as a white cat, with its paws elegantly crossed and wings gracefully folded. Its long tail swayed lightly.
After an indeterminate amount of time, seemingly assured that these two humans wouldn't step over the line, it finally closed its eyes completely and began absorbing the cloud, wind, rain, and thunder, drawing from the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon.
Immortal energy as feathers, feathers as spirits, always ensconcing its entire being, majestic and carefree!
Wu Hen also took a few more glances before retracting his gaze.
Better to focus earnestly on capturing the Divine Wind Green Bird, he thought. A being at Bai Ze's level probably wouldn't even be easily provoked by Chongli Mountain.
"They're almost here, only hindered by Bai Ze," Chongli Mountain said in a lowered voice.
At this moment, the two were hiding in a crevice along the ridge, their eyes gazing towards another canyon cave.
