Though this fragment was small, it could once again greatly increase Chen Fan's speed of comprehending the Dao.
Chen Fan put away the fragment and was about to leave when he suddenly looked up.
Streams of light churned in the distance. Through the darkness, a massive tiger came galloping from afar.
"Huh? You're still alive?"
This tiger was the fellow who had fled earlier. When it saw that Chen Fan was unharmed, obvious astonishment and bewilderment flashed across its enormous tiger face. It once again spoke in the awkward, stilted common tongue of the human race.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, a smile appearing on his face. "Were you hoping something would happen to me?"
The tiger shook its head. "Of course not. You saved my life; I haven't even had the chance to thank you yet... I am Que An of the Hell Tiger Clan. May I ask who you are...?"
Chen Fan replied flatly, "Fan Chen."
The tiger beast nodded and swept its gaze around before finally looking toward Chen Fan. "Then that source fragment must have been taken by you, sir?"
Chen Fan raised a brow at the tiger. "What if it was? What if it wasn't?"
"Well..." The tiger's face was full of eagerness. "I have been ordered by my father, the Hell Tiger Demon God, to search for fragments of the world's source..."
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed. "Your father is your father. What does he have to do with me?"
The tiger beast was clearly trying to use its father's status to intimidate Chen Fan. But with Chen Fan's current strength, he might still have difficulty facing the Demon God King head-on, yet a mere title was nowhere near enough to frighten him.
Seeing Chen Fan's attitude, the tiger beast was not particularly surprised.
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