"What should I call myself?" the old man asked. "I hear people have titles and Daoist names. I want one for myself."
The white flying vessel cruised along the sky at a steady pace, making its way to the northern region of the Black and White Continent where the Black Mountains separated the landmass in two.
Those mountains were a barrier for clouds moving on either side, so the central regions of those mountains were quite deserted with little wildlife in them. As a result, they had been repurposed by the White Tigers to become their location where they took care of their tribulations.
It was quite far away from the White Tiger's palace, nearly 5 days away at their current speed, so they had first teleported to a city close by and were now on their way to reaching the location in no more than 3 hours.
