Elder Tiger blocked the way, his murky old eyes fixed on the man in the broad-brimmed hat with an evidently ill-intentioned look.
The man in the broad-brimmed hat said with a light smile, "Why does Elder Tiger block the way? Could it be that you wish to rob me?"
Elder Tiger, mounted on the back of a black tiger, was about to speak when suddenly, the black tiger underneath him let out a whimper, trembling and cowering down in terror.
Elder Tiger was stunned; the black tiger he had tamed possessed an extraordinary bloodline and was on the verge of transforming into a Demon King. Yet now, it was cowering on the ground in such fear.
In the arms of the man in the broad-brimmed hat, a golden-furred puppy observed the black tiger with interest, blinking its large eyes from time to time.
"You spineless thing!" Elder Tiger slapped the black tiger, but no matter how he smacked or scolded, the tiger refused to get up, lying on the ground as meek as a house cat.
