At night, in the forests of Talador, everyone sat around the campfire chatting, occasionally glancing at the man and tiger seated some distance away.
The Draenei had never heard of any skill capable of summoning such a fierce and powerful white tiger. Not even the Orcs could do that. The Draenei warriors instinctively began to distance themselves from Hu Feng.
"So, Shaohao completed the trials of the Four Celestials, and now only Pride remains. It must wait until Pandaria Continent is in danger, then sacrifice itself to be eliminated?" Hu Feng said as he gnawed on dried meat.
"Yeah... Oh, right. Last time, I asked a Pandaren to deliver a letter to you. Did you receive it?" The White Tiger was in good spirits as well. He had thought he would have to wait a long time before meeting Hu Feng, the Titan God who ruled the Night Elves.
Hu Feng nodded. "I received it. Chen is quite good—a monk with a promising future... These damn tentacles! I'm sick of being a Draenei!"
"Hahahaha! Another timeline, another strange new species. This trip has certainly opened my eyes." The White Tiger stared amusedly at the blue tentacles on Hu Feng's chin.
"I owe you one this time, White Tiger." Hu Feng stopped the White Tiger from saying anything and shook his head. "Listen to me. I know you'll say you were helping a friend and that I shouldn't take it to heart, but help is help. I, Sargeras, repay my grudges, and I repay kindness just the same. When Pandaria returns to the world, I'll do my best to give the Pandaren a better life."
"You cunning god, don't think I don't know. Liu Lang once said that you were very fond of the Pandaren and knew them very well. You're