Xiang Yu and Xiang An, covered head to toe in mud, leaped down from the high ground and sprinted toward Zi Family Village.
Everything that had just happened had taken place within mere minutes, and a considerable amount of mud and water had already surged into Zi Family Village.
The Mountain Lord stood examining the mountaintop. Rain soaked his fur, yet he made no move, merely crouching there, his body seeming to tremble faintly.
What exactly was going on?
"Roar—"
A thunderous tiger's roar rang out, and Pang Mountain shook once more.
It seemed that something was whispering into the Mountain Lord's ear.
"You've guarded this damned Pang Mountain for a hundred years. Have you never thought of going far away to see the world?"
".Or have you stopped being a tiger, reduced to nothing more than a housecat chained to this mountain?"
The Mountain Lord sat cross-legged, his eyes vacant.
"I still have karmic ties here." His tone was lifeless as he merely muttered the words.
There was nothing but darkness around him, yet something still continued to ask.
"Why concern yourself with such karmic ties? You are a Mountain Lord who cultivates. Once you leave Pang Mountain and cast off those bonds, wouldn't the vast world be yours to roam as you pleased?"
There was little temptation in those words, yet every single one struck straight at the Mountain Lord's heart.
".They are my karmic ties. I can't escape them." The Mountain Lord lowered his eyes slightly. Though his heartstrings had been stirred, he still clung to his own conviction.
"Tch. Then just sleep yourself to death here, you stubborn old fool." The black mist spat unwillingly, then turned its attention back to the Mountain Lord's body, glaring hatefully at Zi Family Village below.
"If the Mountain Lord