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Just like that, he brought Mo Hua all the way to a cave.
The cave was spacious and somewhat damp, and it didn't seem like a permanent dwelling for the tiger, but more like a temporary shelter.
Mo Hua was a bit surprised.
A Big Tiger also practices "having more than one lair."
It couldn't really have become a spirit, could it…
The Big Tiger glanced at Mo Hua, motioned for him to wait there and then burrowed deeper into the cave. Soon after, it returned with about ten storage bags in its mouth.
These storage bags, both new and old, varied in design—some were even very exquisite.
It was unclear whether the bags were collected or taken from slain victims.
The tiger placed the storage bags in front of Mo Hua.
After a long moment of stunned silence, Mo Hua slowly began to understand.
This Big Tiger… was it repaying a kindness?
He had saved it twice, and it had kept that in mind, gathering these storage bags to offer as gifts when they met again?
