Western foothills of Kunlun Mountain
A Flying Silver Tiger flapped its wings, speeding towards Kunlun Mountain with incredible swiftness.
The Flying Silver Tiger soared with outstretched wings, its silver fur gleaming with a dazzling light, like a bolt of lightning streaking through the drifting clouds, agile and robust and merging into the blue sky and white clouds from time to time.
Shengong Bao sat high on the tiger's back, looking valiant and majestic with an extraordinary bearing. He steered the Silver Tiger through the clouds, racing between the heavens, as the peaks of Kunlun Mountain gradually came into view.
Over a month had passed since he left the West Niu Hezhou.
Even with the remarkable speed of his Flying Silver Tiger, it still took him more than a month to arrive at Kunlun.
This was actually considered fast. Xiao Zhen and Deng Hua were still leisurely making their way back.
