Within the main hall of Soaring Cloud Peak, beastly roars rang out without end.
Yet those roars sounded somewhat immature.
Ye Jinghu gazed at the Cloudfall Tiger cub before him.
The more he looked, the more he liked it. The Cloudfall Tiger was renowned not only for the cloud patterns covering its body, but also because it was a wind-and-lightning spiritual beast, something exceedingly rare even in the cultivation world.
Although this Cloudfall Tiger was only at the peak of the first rank and would reach merely the middle stage of the third rank as an adult, what he hoped for was whether there might be a corresponding pill formula capable of awakening the Cloudfall Tiger's dual lightning-and-wind attributes.
Ye Jinghu extended his palm, revealing several spirit pills in his hand.
The Cloudfall Tiger immediately gave him a suspicious look. It had been captured by the Wei Family for quite some time and had eaten spirit pills before, but they had all been ordinary low-grade first-rank pills. How could they compare to the spirit-rich pills in Ye Jinghu's hand?
Moreover, it truly was somewhat hungry. Its roar turned into a whimper, its slightly pointed milk teeth withdrew, and an undisguised longing appeared in its brown eyes.
Still, it did not dare approach. Ye Jinghu immediately placed several spirit pills on the ground.
He then took several steps back. Sure enough, the Cloudfall Tiger padded forward.
After sniffing them, it picked up one of the pills in its mouth and swallowed it.
"You little tiger, you even know to pick the Spirit Nurturing Pills refined by my eleventh brother!" Ye Jinghu could not help but laugh. While the Cloudfall Tiger was eating the pills, he strode forward and gently placed his hand upon its forehead.
He stroked the king-shaped spirit pattern