The black giant tiger was already an extraordinary beast, its bones and skin being treasures of considerable value. However, it had saved Zhang Xiaoshan and Yu Xiuxiu from certain death and even gifted Zhang Xiaoshan a very rare Red Sun Grass. Although Zhang Xiaoshan yearned for wealth, he also knew that money gained through a guilty conscience was not to be taken.
He handed the little white tiger he was holding to Yu Xiuxiu.
"Sister-in-law, you take care of Little White for now. I'll find a place to bury the black giant tiger. Since we've crossed paths, it must be fate. We can't just let it lie exposed in the wilderness for other beasts to consume its bones," he said.
Yu Xiuxiu nodded.
"Yes, let's lay him to rest."
Zhang Xiaoshan carried the massive body of the black giant tiger and found a feng shui treasure spot to bury Black Tiger, even making a grave mound for it.
Yu Xiuxiu stood beside, holding the little tiger.
