Although he couldn't make out its exact appearance, Yang Qi was almost certain—
This was the goal of his journey!
The old, wild South China Tiger from deep within the mountains of Hanxi Province!
He'd actually found it!
Yang Qi was thrilled.
Then, just as quickly, he composed himself.
'This isn't the time to celebrate.'
First, he reached out through his mental link to tell Xiaojiu to keep watch.
Then, Yang Qi moved carefully.
He concealed his presence completely, activating his Earth Listening Technique and Spiritual Eye Technique. He ensured every footstep fell silently, using the dense vegetation for cover. Like a phantom, he slipped around to the other side of the tall grass.
He chose a relatively flat, exposed rock.
With a thought, he retrieved a piece of high-quality beef—weighing about ten pounds and still streaked with fresh blood—from his Hundred Pouches Belt.
