Mo Hua gently touched the head of the Great Flower, his gaze soft, and softly said:
"Next, I will go to the Third Grade Mountain Realm, you take care of yourself."
"If everything goes smoothly, I will take over a mountain peak and then bring you over."
"If things do not go smoothly, I don't return, and you are forced to break through, you go in the direction I pointed during the day, keep moving forward until you feel the sky high and distant, free of suppression, then find a secluded valley and form your core alone. Do not trust anyone, or any tiger..."
It is generally impossible for anyone to touch a tiger's head.
But Mo Hua seems different.
The Great Flower also seems different.
It seemed to feel Mo Hua's concern, also sensing that familiar feeling of "separation," unable to resist extending its head, rubbing against Mo Hua's palm.
And on its head, the dominating "King" character became even more prominent...
...
Three days later, Mo Hua raised an army and set out.
