The Tiger Barbarian King had been a master of body tempering, with a physique even stronger than Lu Da's. But after this ordeal, his blood and qi had been severely depleted, and he urgently needed a nourishing holy tonic like Dragon Broth.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have given Xiao Ran something he'd risked his life to obtain.
"So that's how it is."
Xiao Ran nodded and gently pushed the food box in his hand toward the Tiger Barbarian King.
"Just one more question. Where are those people headed now?"
At once, the Tiger Barbarian King grew wary. "Are you acquainted with them?"
"A little. We have a history of trying to kill each other."
Hearing that, the Tiger Barbarian King relaxed. "All I know is they seem to be heading up toward the Great Silence Mountain Ridge."
"Thanks." After learning where the group had gone, Xiao Ran thanked the Tiger Barbarian King.
The Tiger Barbarian King took the food box and hurriedly scurried off, afraid Xiao Ran and the others might change their minds and kill him.
"You're just letting him go?"
Lu Da glared at the Tiger Barbarian King's retreating back, clearly itching to rush over and give the old crook a good beating.
"Let him go. It's not even certain he'll survive this ordeal. Why bother picking on someone down on his luck?"
Xiao Ran could see it clearly: the Tiger Barbarian King was all bluster, his blood and qi withered, his life reduced to half a thread—and even that half was tenuous.
The commotion he'd made earlier had been nothing but a show of force.
Now he was carrying Dragon Broth away. Who knew how many Little Ghosts would take advantage of his weakness and ambush him?
"What did he give you just now?"
Wu Man came over