"Stop. I need directions."
Shi Hou patted the White Tiger beneath him, whose head sported two enormous lumps.
The three cultivators scrambling to escape the dense forest slipped, nearly plunging headfirst into a grassy hollow.
They looked back and nearly had their souls fly out of their bodies.
In the middle of the Forest Path, an extraordinary Pureblood White Tiger strode through pale golden Geng Metal Fire. Its body was broad, its fur snowy bright, but a lump bulged on either side of its head, lending a touch of absurdity to its imposing appearance.
A boy as black as a lump of coal sat on its back.
The boy carried a Black Pot on his back, and a strange winged pig wreathed in black vapor perched on his shoulder.
An eerie blue glow still lingered in the strange pig's nostrils as it regarded them as though they were feed.
All three squeezed out strangled cries.
"A Pureblood White Tiger?"
"The Black Pot!"
"The Black-Skinned Chef!"
The last man frightened himself so badly with his own shout that he dropped to his knees.
Shi Hou raised an eyebrow.
"You know me?"
The White Tiger turned its head and whispered, "Big Big Brother, you're pretty famous."
Shi Hou tapped a lump on its head with the Stone Knife's hilt.
The White Tiger immediately shut its mouth, its face the picture of obedience.
The sight sent the three cultivators further into despair.
A Pureblood White Tiger!
It was a top-tier creature that swaggered unchallenged through the Hundred Broken Mountains. Just days ago, it had traveled in a Carriage with hordes of servants. Who wouldn't have given it a wide berth?
And now?
Someone was riding it, its head was covered in lumps, and it had even learned to read someone's mood.
Just what