In the middle Abyss, the scorching wind howled, bringing with it the pungent smell of sulfur, constantly blowing at the charred ground.
Fat Tiger cautiously poked a head out of the cave residence. He looked around, found nothing moving around him, and slowly extended his other two heads.
The three noses of the three heads sniffed with all their might and identified the smells in the air. After confirming that there was indeed no smell of 'that guy', Fat Tiger completely crawled out.
His master had been gone for a long time, so long that Fat Tiger could not even count the number of days. However, Fat Tiger was a good child. He still remembered that Master Roy had told him to watch over the house when he left, so even after so long, Fat Tiger still stayed nearby.
After emerging, Fat Tiger turned back, raised the soil to cover the hole he had drilled out of, and then carefully spread his wings and flew into the distance.
