Old Acquaintance
The battle inside the room was still raging.
The fat cultivator had no intention of leaving, nor did he intend to call for help.
The Tiger Monster had been starved for a long time and drained of much blood, its strength greatly diminished. He had originally intended to rely on his own cultivation to subdue it first.
The fat cultivator was new here. If people learned that he had made a mistake and allowed the Tiger Monster to break free of its chains, he would certainly be held accountable and receive a thorough scolding.
Therefore, subduing the Tiger Monster without alerting anyone else was the best course of action.
But as the fight went on, the fat cultivator realized that if this continued, let alone subduing the Tiger Monster, he would be lucky not to end up in its jaws.
This Tiger Monster was far stronger than he had imagined.
Doubt arose in the fat cultivator's heart.
The Tiger Monster had been starved for so long, so why was its blood vitality still so powerful?
After several more exchanges, the Tiger Monster showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, it grew increasingly fierce, and the fat cultivator suddenly realized:
"Something's wrong!"
"Someone fed the Tiger Monster!"
The fat cultivator's heart trembled. Who had fed the Tiger Monster right under his nose?
After thinking for a moment, he felt a chill creep up his spine.
He remembered the pastries that had disappeared from the kitchen, as well as the missing dried meat.
Someone had stolen the pastries, fed the Tiger Monster, and even undone its chains.
And this person was invisible to him!
Was it an advanced Concealment Technique?
The fat cultivator glanced from the corner of his eye at the chains binding the monster, his heart pounding wildly.
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