"Master Qi Yuan, but this is... four legs!"
The tiger lay on Chen Kangbao's shoulder; terrified, his pace had increased substantially, as if boosted by an additional rocket.
"Oh."
With a flick of Qi Yuan's hand, the roaring tiger changed its position, its front limbs no longer resting on Chen Kangbao's shoulder but, instead, its fangs bit onto his belt.
In an instant, the chariot was drawn by six legs.
The chariot sped away, heading straight for Shiwan Mountain.
Along the way, it attracted many curious glances and light laughter.
...
As night fell,
the lights in the mountain inn shone brightly.
The elm balustrades, suffering from years of decay, were coated with a thick layer of paint, hiding the once bloody color.
Upon closer inspection, one could still find numerous marks from blades on the balustrades.
The inn, located in a remote area, was notorious and seldom visited.
Now, the business was booming, attracting many from outside Ning Country.
