Bai Yujun directed Fat Tiger into a certain crude secret realm.
At least, it looked exceedingly crude to Bai Moulong. To prevent tombs within tombs, they could only enter and inspect them one by one, avoiding secret realms nested within secret realms.
The cultivator hiding in the small secret realm and enjoying a private life was stunned.
Thatched hut, water well, spirit herb field—the century-old spirit herbs in the field were laid bare before the Little Girl riding a tiger.
A beautiful-haired cultivator dressed in a cool, thin robe reclined sideways on a fragrant concubine couch, holding a bronze Magic Tool mirror. She carried the aloof pride of one admiring her own solitary beauty. Now, like a startled bird, she tossed aside the mirror and turned toward the secret realm entrance. The entrance was intact. Then she looked again at the suddenly appearing girl and demon, noticing the large burlap sacks slung across the tiger demon's body. The more she looked, the more they resembled hateful Robber Cultivators preparing to plunder the herb field!
Seated atop the tiger's back, Bai Yujun looked around and confirmed that no other secret realms were hidden here.
She rubbed her eyes.
For the first time, she felt that this body transformed into a dragon far too slowly. At the very least, it should have grown a nictitating membrane over its eyes first.
"This one isn't it either. Let's go."
Fat Tiger obediently turned around, took a step, and vanished.
"..."
The scantily dressed cultivator, who had been considering a response, jumped in fright at the sight. Thinking her opponents had concealed themselves to launch a sneak attack, she hastily threw out all manner of defensive Magic Tools, pulled on a long robe, and nervously guarded the herb field. She remained on high alert for