The tigress had an injured belly, with blood staining her fur.
Su Qingluo tried her hand at using her Spiritual Power to heal the tigress's wounds, easing its pain and applying a hemostatic ointment on the wound.
The ointment worked very well, and the wound visibly improved.
With the bleeding stopped, the tigress purred comfortably and affectionately rubbed her big head against Su Qingluo's wrist.
"Roar!"
The male tiger leaped to the top of the cliff and roared with pride, as if showing off to the other animals that he was the master of the valley.
The animals that heard the tiger's roar shivered and fled with their tails between their legs; the weaker ones hid in caves, not daring to show their heads.
"Qingluo, what should we do with the corpses of the wolves? Should we bury them?"
Lin Jinxu plucked a few of his favorite wolf teeth and looked at the corpses on the ground, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"There's no need."
