About 120 miles west of Zhao Family Market.
There is a mountain called Ghost Tiger Peak.
At the peak, there is a sect that occupies a First-Level Middle-Grade spirit vein of this place, called the Ghost Tiger Sect.
One early morning, fog suddenly rose on Ghost Tiger Peak.
At first, it was just ordinary white fog, and nobody paid much attention to it.
But as the fog grew thicker and enveloped the entire mountain, the people on it finally realized something was wrong.
Atop the mountain stood a grand hall.
An elderly man in a black robe suddenly opened his eyes, and at his feet lay an idling black tiger, which was none other than the Ghost Tiger, the guardian spirit beast of the Ghost Tiger Sect.
"Tiger King!"
The elderly man uttered a low shout.
The Ghost Tiger stood up reluctantly, raising its front paws slightly.
The next moment, the tiger's figure had already left the hall.
Roar!
