It was noon.
The early spring sun carried a trace of warmth, dispelling the lingering cold of many days.
Sunlight dappled its way through the dense forest of Shicheng Mountain.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a sense of forbidding silence lingered.
"Creak..."
A faint sound of breaking branches emerged from deep within the forest, followed by the slow appearance of a massive, white-eyed tiger.
Its fur showed a profound yellow, interspersed with black stripes, and its eyes gleamed with a lively sparkle.
Wherever it passed, the wind howled.
"Master, this way."
A ghostly voice resonated beside the white-eyed tiger.
It slightly turned its head, speaking in a human tongue: "How far is it to your village?"
As the tiger finished speaking, a figure quietly appeared behind it.
It was a thin, pallid Ghost.
Clad in a hunter's attire, his empty eyes glowed with an eerie red light.
