Fierce Tiger's way of thinking was somewhat difficult for Shi Lan to understand.
But there was something about Fierce Tiger that she inexplicably admired: a kind of pure ease.
Unfettered and unrestrained, transcendent and utterly free.
She had no memories from before, and didn't know where she had come from or what she was supposed to do. Whatever she encountered or experienced, she simply took as it came.
The reason she did certain things was simply that she wanted to, not because some outside force had pushed her.
That quality in Fierce Tiger drew her in.
Shaking her heavy head, Shi Lan set off toward the edge of the mountains.
The mountain trail stretched for over a hundred li. In her current state, whether she could make it out was anyone's guess.
Seeing Shi Lan's unsteady steps, Fierce Tiger turned back and whistled toward the mountains.
They had barely left the cave when a gust of rank wind rushed toward them. Shi Lan's vision went black and she stopped in her tracks. A massive tiger, over five meters long, suddenly appeared in front of her.
Its beastly eyes were dark green. It stood taller than a man, its fur a pale yellow with striking stripes, its limbs thick and powerful, its presence deeply intimidating.
The tiger lowered its head and crouched before Shi Lan. Its meaning was plain.
This tiger was no ordinary beast. Shi Lan saw a spark of intelligence in its eyes; it understood human nature.
Shi Lan glanced back at Fierce Tiger, then slowly climbed onto the tiger's back.
"I usually call it Little Flower."
Fierce Tiger came up beside Shi Lan and patted Little Flower's head.
Little Flower rose and sprinted toward the forest's edge. Fierce Tiger didn't climb onto its back, instead keeping pace beside