"Elder Nie," the Liang Clan head said, his voice respectful, "I have brought you here as requested. This is the chamber where the White Tiger once resided."
Elder Nie, his eyes scanning the chamber, nodded slowly.
"Indeed," he said, his voice raspy. "The residual aura is strong. It is clear that the White Tiger held this place dear."
The Liang Clan head gestured towards the pedestal in the center of the chamber.
"We have kept this place guarded since the Bai Clan's demise," he said. "We believe there is something here that the White Tiger desires. Otherwise, she would have fled this realm and never returned."
"Indeed," Elder Nie said, his eyes narrowing. "That is a sound theory. The White Tiger's recent reappearance suggests she seeks something within this cave."
He began to walk around the chamber, his gaze fixed on the walls, the floor, the ceiling.
"But what could it be?" The Liang Clan head asked.
