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May 14th.
Fangshan was forever shrouded in clouds and mist, with intermittent light rain falling, and the symphony of tiger roars from the zoo and the faint sound of dragon chants from the mountain peaks formed a majestic and deep chorus.
Of course, there were no dragons in this world.
Lu Chenzhou, who was watching the tigers in front of the Tiger Garden, knew that it was Master Wang breathing, and that the dragon chanting might be related to the cultivation technique he was practicing, but the specifics remained a mystery.
As for the clouds and mist covering the mountain top, it must also have something to do with the grandmaster. Shi Ruyu had said that the Innate Breath rises from all 84,000 pores of the body, forming clouds and steaming mists. For a grandmaster of his stature, covering this small mountain peak was nothing, as if it were the trace of an immortal.
After their daily roaring, the black tigers would start to nap.
