In the mountain without tigers, the monkeys proclaim themselves kings. Even when there were tigers, a giant pig like the second senior brother wouldn't be afraid of them. In fact, if it encountered an ordinary tiger, it would probably be the tiger that ran away in panic.
Suming, feeling rough and out of breath from the wild ride, finally got off the pig at the narrow entrance of the Hundred Flowers Valley.
As a mount, the second senior brother's quality was beyond reproach: fast, strong, and obedient. It was just the equipment that wasn't up to snuff. Next time he had a chance, he would have to get a custom saddle made just for the second senior brother and Pig No. 2. A pig saddle?
"Wait here for me, and don't wander off," Suming patted the second senior brother's broad back, allowing it to roam freely nearby, just so long as it didn't stray too far.
He then dismounted and walked on foot towards the interior of Hundred Flowers Valley.
