Morning came, and all the tiger could see was the fully evaporated lake, and the bloated, cooked, and fully dead carcass of the toad.
A saint Beast that would have been slightly annoying for the Heavenly Dark Tiger was managed and killed by a cultivator not even in the ascendant realm.
A feat not many could make if any at all. The power difference wasn't just the quantity of Qi that the Toad possesses, but also the quality. After all, using regular heavenly Qi to kill a Saint Qi beast is unheard of. But here, it was obvious to the tiger's eyes that the young man who was laying on his back, taking deep breaths from the morning's cold breeze was not someone ordinary.
After all this person asked to be a 'friend' for a beast.
