"Did someone forcibly bring you to the Heavenly Demon Sect? Seeing your reaction, I don't think you willingly joined," Davion observed him carefully.
"No." The tiger shook its head and its body slowly transformed into a human.
It was an old man having short red hair and red fur covering his private part. The wounds were still there but the bone spikes had already fallen to the ground. Moreover, a weird collar made from energy was on his neck.
"This.." Davion's expression changed when he saw this collar. He could feel a strange power coursing through it which seemed to warn him from touching it.
"You must be wondering what this is, don't you?" The old man asked and Davion nodded in response.
"I used to belong to one of the tribes under the White Tiger Clan of the Demon Beast World. But one day a powerful tribe attacked us and I was only the sole survivor." The old man had an angry look on his face.
