The Tiger King suddenly discovered an inexplicable desire to renounce the world and practice cultivation deep within his heart. He quickly shook his head, attempting to cast out such thoughts from his mind.
However, the voice seemed to be inescapable, as if it was coming from the depths of his heart.
The turmoil of his bloodline and the calmness of his emotions created a violent conflict, causing the blood in the Tiger King's body to surge chaotically.
A gush of fresh blood spurted out as he stared with dead-set eyes at the old monk before him and said, "Baldy, what sorcery have you used?"
The Long-Eyebrowed Arhat said with a faint smile, "The old monk merely wanted the Demon King to calm down."
"So hypocritical, clearly you just want to cripple this little tiger. People of the Buddhist Sect still love to play tricks," the White Dragon said disdainfully.
"Quick, tell me what's happening?"
