Huya was badly injured, dragging its blood-drenched body back from the depths of the dense forest.
Struggling to make it to the vicinity of Woniu Village, its tiger eyes turned black, and it staggered and fell to the ground.
With a desperate roar, just as its eyes were closing, it vaguely saw its little master appearing like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, dashing forward amidst twinkling stars.
"Roar."
With the last of its strength, the tiger let out a roar and peacefully closed its eyes.
Its little master had come, which meant it was saved.
After countless hardships, it had finally returned home.
***
Wang Meng and Shitou cleaned an unused room, laying soft bedding on the ground and boiling water in the kitchen to treat Huya's wounds.
Su Qingluo wrapped Huya's injured body in spiritual power, took advantage of the night's deep shade, and stealthily brought it home, settling it in the house's prepared vacant room.
