The slow procession of the White Tiger patriarch was showered with flowers, cheers, and excitement from every direction. The beasts bowed as the White Tiger patriarch passed and then immediately burst out into a flurry of shouts and jumps once they passed.
Bai Zhuqiang was the perfect image of a proud White Tiger, walking through the road at a steady pace, holding the slightest of grins and nothing else. Giant drums sounded in the distance, beating to the rhythm of the patriarch as he walked.
The road before them was clean, but the road behind them was now filled with not just flower petals and leaves, but also spirit stones, pills, and all sorts of minor treasures that were left behind by the Azure Dragons for this very event.
