Also not suitable... Big White is the big white horse at Junior Brother’s house, can’t use the same name.
"Big Strong? A fierce big tiger, strong and robust..."
No, that’s a bit too tacky...
"Da’hu?"
No, that’s also taken.
...
Mo Hua frowned deeply, pondering for a long time, ultimately unsatisfied with any choice.
Thinking of a name was indeed harder than drawing ten formations.
Mo Hua could only temporarily give up, planning to wait until he thought of something suitable.
Once again, he placed the storage bag into the Big Tiger’s paws, instructing:
"I have some matters to attend to, you look after the storage bag for me, wait for my return."
The Big Tiger seemed a bit unhappy but still took the storage bag, covering it with its paws.
But after a while, it pushed the storage bag back to Mo Hua, unsure if it trusted Mo Hua now or feared Mo Hua might encounter danger without the storage bag.
After all, in its previous impressions, storage bags were a matter of life and death for a cultivator.
Mo Hua was a bit surprised.
This Big Tiger was quite "considerate."
Mo Hua thus smiled and said, "Alright then, I’ll keep the storage bag; you play in the mountains, catch a few monster beasts, and I’ll roast them for you when I get back."
This made the Big Tiger happier, roaring an approving "Aw-woo" and nodding its big head continuously.
Mo Hua ruffled its mane and then left.
The Big Tiger was too large and too fierce; in the wilderness, it was fine, but entering a cultivator’s or Barbarian Tribe’s territory would draw too much attention.
Mo Hua could only temporarily leave it in the mountain to roam freely.
After leaving the Big Tiger, Mo Hua followed the mountain path and made his way to the "Wutu Tribe," where the Barbarian Tribe elder resides.
The Wutu Tribe wasn’t far, about twenty li away.
Following the elder’s aura, Mo Hua soon arrived outside a tribe.
Outside the tribe hung a totem, brownish-red in color, depicting mountain shapes and fire forms, resembling a small volcano.