In Nangong City, the land of demons of the Vermillion Bird Holy Clan.
The Sky Splitting Mottled Tiger shrunk its body to a meter in size and lazily lay on the city wall, enjoying the service of others.
Even though he had lost his freedom here, he still had to fight demons from time to time.
However, it had to be said that his days were still relatively scattered. From time to time, he would be rewarded with medicinal pills, and his cultivation would unknowingly advance.
Unfortunately, the Path-Understanding Tree was handed over.
However, it didn't matter. After all, enjoying something meant losing something. The Sky-Ripping Mottled Tiger knew this.
At the thought of this, the Skyrating Tiger flipped over and let its belly bask in the sun.
At the same time, he continued to daydream.
Good days were good, but this damn demon obviously didn't want him to live peacefully.
