Bai Jingshen walked through the massive hallways of the White Tiger's palace, making his way deeper into the main hall. Pearl walked beside him, looking around at the architecture of the place, the many murals drawn along the side of the wall and the ceiling.
Some pictures depicted some great White Tiger of the past. Some depicted great clashes between other tigers. Some depicted the turning of other beasts into White Tigers.
There was history on these walls, and Pearl was fascinated by them all.
"Who are these people?" Pearl asked in awe.
"I couldn't tell you," Bai Jingshen said. "This palace was made long before any of us were even born. I fear it was built long before the patriarch himself was born. There are few that remember these being painted, and those that do entered closed cultivation a long time ago."
"Huh? The patriarch doesn't know?" Pearl asked. "But… isn't he the oldest of us all?"
