The Bai Clan’s manor, once a symbol of prosperity and righteousness, had been rebuilt, but it was now occupied by the Liang Clan, a faction that had seized the opportunity to claim the spoils of the Bai Clan’s demise.
The imposing structure, though refurbished, still bore the faint scars of the past, a silent testament to the tragedy that had unfolded.
Linlin, perched on Yun Lintian’s shoulder, was unusually quiet. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and curiosity, were now filled with a deep, almost melancholic gaze. She was sensing something, something that resonated with her very being.
“Big Brother Yun,” she murmured, her voice soft and trembling slightly, “I can feel it. The White Tiger’s aura… it’s lingering here.”
Yun Lintian’s gaze softened as he looked at Linlin. He could sense her emotions, the longing, the hope, the faint hint of sorrow. This was the first time she had felt the presence of her kin, aside from her mother. It was a connection to her heritage, a tangible link to her past.
“I know,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. “The White Tiger God was here. We’re getting closer.”
Linlin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“It’s… it’s like she’s still here,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and sadness. “I can feel her presence, her strength… her kindness.”
Yun Lintian turned his gaze towards the Liang Clan’s manor, his eyes narrowing slightly. He could sense the lingering aura of the White Tiger, but he also sensed the presence of the Liang Clan.
“This Liang Clan,” he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. “They are occupying the Bai Clan’s former residence. They must know something about the White Tiger.”
He paused for a moment and turned to look at the corner in the distance where Meng Rouyan’s bodyguard was hiding.
“Let’s take a look,” he said calmly, and his figure vanished from the place entirely.
This scene immediately alarmed Meng Rouyan’s bodyguard. He quickly took out a transmission jade and contacted his master.
“Young Miss, he has stepped into the Liang Clan manor.”
A moment later, Meng Rouyan’s voice resounded. “Stay there and wait for me.”
The man wanted to say something, but he knew that his young miss wouldn’t change her mind. He put the jade away and took a deep look at the Liang Clan manor.
“What kind of technique is that? I can’t even feel his presence,” he murmured to himself. He knew that his intuition was right. Yun Lintian was indeed far stronger than his clan head.
Yun Lintian moved with the fluidity of a shadow, his presence concealed, his movements silent. He bypassed the Liang Clan’s guards, slipping through their patrols like a wisp of smoke, leaving them oblivious to his passage. He navigated the sprawling manor, his senses alert, his eyes scanning for any clues, any remnants of the Bai Clan’s presence.
He moved towards the rear of the manor, where a mountain rose, its peak shrouded in mist, its slopes covered in dense vegetation. He could feel the White Tiger’s aura emanating from the mountain, stronger here than anywhere else. This was where she had once resided, where her presence had permeated the very air.
As he approached the mountain’s base, he noticed an increased presence of guards, their formations tighter, their vigilance heightened. They were clearly protecting something, something of great importance. He also noticed faint traces of battle, scars on the rocks, remnants of shattered formations, a silent testament to the conflict that had led to the Bai Clan’s downfall.
Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed. Without a doubt, it must be a place where the White Tiger used to live.
He activated his Shadow Step, his figure blurring, his presence fading into the shadows. He moved with unparalleled speed and stealth, bypassing the guards, slipping through their patrols like a phantom. He ascended the mountain, his senses heightened, his mind alert for any traps, any hidden dangers.
As he climbed, he noticed more signs of the past battle. Shattered rocks, scorch marks, and faint traces of powerful energy lingered in the air. He could feel the echoes of the conflict, the clash of powers, the struggle for survival.
He reached a plateau, a wide expanse of rock overlooking the surrounding landscape. Here, the White Tiger’s aura was strongest, almost palpable. He could feel her presence, her power, her kindness. It was as if she was still here, watching over this place, protecting it from harm.
He also noticed a cave entrance, partially concealed by overgrown vines. The cave was the source of the White Tiger’s aura, the place where she had once resided.
He approached the cave entrance, his senses alert. He could feel the presence of guards inside, their auras radiating power and vigilance. He had to proceed with caution.
Yun Lintian silently slipped into the cave, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He saw the guards, their figures silhouetted against the faint light emanating from deeper within the cave. They were positioned strategically, their eyes scanning the surroundings, their weapons at the ready.
He moved past them, his movements fluid and silent, his presence undetectable. He ventured deeper into the cave, following the White Tiger’s aura, his heart pounding with anticipation.
The cave opened into a large chamber, its walls adorned with intricate carvings, its floor covered in a layer of dust. In the center of the chamber, a pedestal stood, its surface covered in a layer of ancient runes.
Linlin, her senses heightened by her connection to the White Tiger, suddenly nudged Yun Lintian’s cheek.
“Big Brother Yun,” she whispered, her voice urgent, “I feel something… behind that wall.”
She pointed with her paw towards a section of the cave wall, where the intricate carvings seemed slightly different, a subtle irregularity in the pattern.
Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed, his senses immediately focusing on the area Linlin had indicated. He could feel a faint energy signature emanating from behind the wall, a subtle vibration that hinted at a hidden passage or chamber.
Before Yun Lintian could make a move to investigate, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Two figures entered the cave, their voices cutting through the silence.
Yun Lintian immediately activated his Shadow Concealment to the maximum, concealing himself, Linlin, and Qingqing completely.
The newcomers were the head of the Liang Clan, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, and an old man dressed in white robes, his aura radiating an air of authority.
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