At this moment, a woman dressed in a white gauze was seen running from the mountain forest, her demeanor filled with alarm.
Looking at her face, she seemed like a beauty, but when observing the rest of her body...
Wait, she's huge!
Even the usually composed Han Ye, a young man in his twenties who had spent years cultivating, had never encountered a scene like this before.
Staring at the woman unabashedly, he quickly sat upright on the back of the tiger.
The tiger growled softly twice.
Han Ye's face turned red, and he could no longer sit still, promptly dismounting off the tiger.
Just then, the woman ran out of the woods and stumbled over a shrub, falling forward.
Han Ye quickly strode over and reached out to lift her slender arm, gently asking, "Miss, have you encountered any danger?"
"Oh, Immortal!" The woman grabbed his hand and, taking advantage of this, embraced his arm. Han Ye felt a little disoriented as he heard her murmuring in his ear:
