Early the next morning.
Tiger Garden, Lu Chenzhou came again to visit Black Tiger.
Bathed in the morning light, he began practicing the Black Tiger Fist.
"Awoo."
Though Black Tiger was an ordinary beast, it had a keen instinct for danger. It could sense that this monkey's strength was already no weaker than its own. Of course, there were plenty of monkeys stronger than it around here, but none as interesting as this one.
Lu Chenzhou felt as if some invisible barrier was being broken through; within the already opened five orifices, wisps of warmth flowed into his limbs and bones, remolding his body.
He looked at Black Tiger and smiled.
"See you later, Brother Tiger!"
Naturally, Black Tiger couldn't understand monkey-speak.
"Awoo."
The tiger's roar echoed through the mountain forest.
At the mountaintop, a figure was practicing the Heavenly Pile in the swirling clouds and mist.
Wang Jidao hooked a smile at the corner of his mouth:
