Song He took the valuable "comb" with mixed feelings and began to groom the tiger that was facing away from him.
You wouldn't believe how soft and smooth the fur of this golden core monster was, and it was long too, not short and bristly like those of other tiger-type Spiritual Beasts.
It was kind of like...
Maine Coon.
'It's quite comfortable, I wonder what type of tiger-type Spiritual Beast this one is, I might consider keeping one when I return to the sect.'
As he thought this, he combed the tiger's fur for a while, but didn't manage to remove a single hair.
He had even secretly hoped to collect some of the golden core tiger's down to see if he could ask the artifact-refining senior brother to make something out of it.
"That will do."
The white tiger voluntarily called a halt, its face full of a comfortable expression, "Little guy, go on, take this sword, it should be able to project the Sword Qi you need."
"But I don't know swordsmanship."
