"Uh… Young Master Meng, can I prove now that I am a disciple of Central Netherworld?"
Baili An looked innocent, yet his hands showed no courtesy as he vigorously stroked the fur on the head of Yin Tiger.
His gaze held no hint of provocation, but his intimate action was irritating enough to make one's teeth itch.
Young Master Meng squeezed out a reluctant smile, his eyes seemingly reddened by grievance.
He spoke with a hint of plea, "Enough, enough... Si Chen, your mastery of the Ghost Control Technique is unmatched, clearly inheriting the orthodox ways of Central Netherworld, but I wonder..."
He glanced at the large White Tiger and said, "May I please have my White Tiger back? It belongs to me."
Baili An showed a considerate expression. "But you've lost your blue talisman. How do you plan to accommodate this Yin Tiger in the future? Though it is strong enough not to fear sunlight, too much sun is ultimately not good."
