Great Wilderness, beneath the blazing sun, on a slope somewhere in the Gobi.
Mo Hua and Big Tiger lay on the ground, resting.
Once its initial excitement had passed, Big Tiger was tired and hungry. It lay belly-up on the ground, its four paws scrabbling in the air for a while. Then it turned its head toward Mo Hua, opened its mouth, and let out a "meow-wu."
Helpless, Mo Hua took out some dried fish and tossed it into Big Tiger's mouth.
Big Tiger licked the dried fish, thoroughly content.
But Mo Hua felt bitter inside. He lifted his head and looked around.
Desolation stretched in every direction. The Gobi went on without end; brown earth, red mountains, and a sky beneath the scorching sun melded into one vast, boundless expanse. He had no idea where he was.
"Where in the world did this Big Tiger take me?"
Mo Hua's mind was utterly blank.
Logically speaking, the Dao Soldiers had been ambushed, the suppression of the rebellion had suffered a setback, and the situation was critical. This should have been the perfect time for him to show his skills and earn military merit.
But plans could not keep up with change.
That idiot Big Tiger had taken off at full speed and run his entire plan completely off course.
All his plans were now in ruins.
His hopes of winning glory and making a name for himself had gone down the drain as well.
Mo Hua was a little angry and could not help patting Big Tiger on the head.
But he was not a Body Cultivator, so he had no strength in his hand at all.
Big Tiger thought Mo Hua was petting its head and playing with it. As it chewed the dried fish, it rubbed its head