All night Yan Liqin tossed and turned in her bed. Excitement was bubbling up inside of her as she counted down the time until morning arrived.
Because of her restlessness, her spirit beast, Bai Bao, could not fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. Feeling pity for himself, the little white tiger looked at his master with teary eyes hoping she would notice. His expression was nothing like how a pristine and respected spirit beast should look.
Ignoring the poor spirit beast, Yan Liqin began to think about the mortal realm. Although she has never been there, over the years Liqin has acquired a decent amount of knowledge about it.
She has heard that the people in the mortal realm were weak and even the strongest could barely reach the higher level of the martial realm. However, she didn't know that this information has become outdated in the last thousands of years and the cultivations of humans became a lot stronger. Even so, they would still be no match for Liqin.
After some time of tossing and turning, Yan Liqin eventually fell asleep and her little tiger finally had some peace.