Wei Yuan's hairs stood on end in an instant, and he immediately knew he had been targeted by something, becoming instantly alert.
It was as if a breeze had brushed past him, leaving Wei Yuan with no sensation, when suddenly from behind came a howl, a cat's hair-raising scream.
Turning his head, Wei Yuan saw a giant white tiger appear out of nowhere behind him, swiping at the empty air with its paw. There was something beneath the tiger's paw that flashed by, dodging the swift, lightning-like strike.
This white tiger was Master Chu He's spirit pet, which had shifted into combat stance at the critical moment, but now there was a gash on its shoulder, the origin of the injury unknown.
Master Chu He crawled out from underneath the white tiger, covered in dust and ash, his face deathly pale. The sneak attack had come without warning; had the tiger not reacted quickly, the old Daoist might have now been missing limbs.
