Tiger Roar Hall had originally had three vice hall masters beneath Shi Meng.
Zhao Gan, Yao Qin, and Lü Xiaoren.
As time passed, many people remembered only that they were vice hall masters of Tiger Roar Hall, forgetting that Lü Xiaoren had another identity.
He was Shi Meng's junior martial brother.
Back when Tiger Roar Hall had still been called Spirit Roar Hall, Shi Meng and Lü Xiaoren had been martial brothers under the same master.
For many years, the two brothers had supported one another, transforming Spirit Roar Hall from a beast-taming sect into a gang dominated solely by Shi Meng.
How much painstaking effort and hard labor had gone into it was difficult to explain clearly to outsiders.
But the old people who knew the story from those days understood well that without Lü Xiaoren, there would never have been the Shi Meng of today.
Over the years, Lü Xiaoren's position within Tiger Roar Hall had gradually declined, but Shi Meng's trust in him, and his loyalty to his elder brother, had never changed.
Today, Lü Xiaoren appeared outside this small courtyard beyond Wushi City, grievously wounded. His body trembled, and a jade-green owl perched upon his left shoulder.
"Uncle, what did you call me here for?"
Huang Laier, who had once crossed paths with Su Che, asked with a foolish grin.
"You are the son of Huang Taiyong, lord of Wushi City. Your family has been a distinguished clan for seven generations; Wushi City was originally yours..."
"Enough."
A hoarse voice sounded from within the thatched hut.
"Do you think this little Beasts doesn't know that?"
Huang Laier chuckled.
"Godmother, this man is stupid. Do you want to eat him?"
Lü Xiaoren swallowed.
He knew all too well how terrifying the monster inside was.
"This man is