"Leaving here would not be appropriate," a servant stepped forward to stop them.
"Appropriate my ass. If the child keeps living here, he definitely won't survive three months. How did that foot of his go lame? Don't you know? The moment the old master fell critically ill, a rare poisonous flood dragon came rushing over and bit his foot..." Uncle Hai said indignantly, his bristly beard trembling like steel needles.
"Uncle Hai, I'll go with you to see Big Black." Little Qingfeng ran over.
This was a village. On ordinary days, it was responsible for sending prey, fruits, vegetables, and the like to the Shi Clan's Second Ancestral Land. It was not large, with only a little over a hundred households.
"Roar..." A great bellow came over. At the village entrance, a giant black tiger appeared, thirty feet tall and sixty or seventy feet long, enormously huge as it rushed over quickly. Behind it were four little tiger cubs, charmingly clumsy, running along together.
"Big Black..." Little Qingfeng threw himself over quickly, filled with joy.
In the distant mountain forest, Little Fellow was startled. This tiger was no simple creature. Its blood energy was flourishing, and mysterious symbols had actually formed inside its body. It was a Fierce Beast.
Beside Little Fellow, a corpse was lying there at this moment. It was none other than the person the Rain Clan had sent to keep watch and seize the chance to get rid of Shi Qingfeng.
Only, this person never would have imagined that what he had originally thought was merely a simple mission would make him lose his life here.
"Heh! They really refuse to give up!"
"But I'd like to see just how many people you can send!"
Over the next few days, groups of black-clothed men would come