Just as Ye Haochuan and his companions intensified their cultivation, atop a towering peak not far away, a giant tiger with golden fur and folded wings was staring menacingly at the cave, its eyes filled with anger.
If Ye Haochuan and his companions knew that they were under the tiger's gaze, would they be scared enough to wet their pants?
"Senior Di Yan, why won't you let me kill them? These rude fellows, they've all run into my home!" The Crimson Wing Golden Tiger opened its mouth, surprisingly speaking human language.
It turned out that beside the Crimson Wing Golden Tiger was a youth with hair neither fully green nor white, the very one who had been following Ye Haochuan and the other two since Mist Valley.
Di Yan slightly smiled upon hearing this, calmly said: "These people have some connections with an old acquaintance of mine, naturally I cannot let you easily kill them."
