The two continued deeper into the palace, and eventually, the biting chill of the White Tiger domain vanished entirely.
The next hall felt as though they had stepped straight into spring. Warm spiritual energy flowed through the air, chasing away every trace of winter. Blossoming flowers decorated every corner of the spacious chamber, while gold, muted purple, deep green, and hints of sapphire blue blended together in elegant harmony.
Just then, the opposite doors slid open.
An ethereal beastman stepped inside. He wore flowing robes of deep green and muted purple that revealed the firm line of his smooth chest. Long, dark green hair cascaded down his back, and striking sapphire-blue eyes immediately locked onto Ningyan. Soft, luminous feathers shimmered faintly behind him, lending him an almost otherworldly grace.
He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening before he let out a disbelieving scoff.
"Su Ningyan... back from the dead."
