The Legend of the Wh

His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,The thunder raged and the beasts were terrified. When the lightning ended, large raindrops exploded on the ground, turning into a downpour in an instant. The white snake moved closer to the shelter to avoid getting wet. Rain would lower its body temperature. As a cold-blooded animal, snakes cannot maintain a constant body temperature like mammals. After the rain stopped and the sun rose, they had to go outside to bask in the sun and raise their body temperature to stay alert.,The white snake, with her poor eyesight and hearing, had just missed an incredible sight. Other animals saw it clearly: thick, ink-colored clouds swirled relentlessly, lightning striking the peak of a mountain with all its might. A tiger with black and yellow stripes, a white blaze on its forehead, stood atop the mountain, roaring amidst the thunder and lightning. Its roar was filled with anger and unwillingness to submit. No matter how badly wounded, it remained proudly defiant, refusing to bow its head. A thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket struck down, leaving its wound blackened and bleeding profusely. It fell to the ground, unable to rise again, until finally, there was no sound left.。