Thus, Mo Hua’s tasks were performed excellently.
The only problem was, even in the inner court, he hadn’t found any clues about the Big Tiger.
There was no sign of the Big Tiger in the monster battle arena.
Mo Hua found this very strange.
His intuition usually wasn’t wrong, and the result of his divination, while not flawless, rarely led in a completely erroneous direction.
"Where is the Big Tiger..."
On this day, while serving in the inner court, carrying tea and water, Mo Hua frowned in thought, his mind troubled when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.
At that moment, someone solemnly declared:
"Young Master Tuoba has arrived, kneel."
A group of slaves knelt instantly, touching their heads to the ground, not daring to make a sound.
Mo Hua couldn’t kneel.
Just before him were several noble family’s children standing to greet, along with robust barbarian tribe cultivators.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then stepped back behind them with his tea tray, head bowed, restrained his aura, and didn’t seem out of place.
After a moment, a group of golden-armored guards paved the way.
Then a tall, imposing noble youth wearing golden beast pattern battle armor strode over powerfully.
This youth’s status seemed extremely high.
As he passed, the kneeling cultivators held their breath, not daring to twitch.
The greeting cultivators bowed even deeper, their attitudes very respectful.
Mo Hua stood with his head down, curious about this grand "Young Master Tuoba’s" identity, but constrained by his current status, refrained from looking up.
But soon after, a defiant tiger’s roar echoed unexpectedly in his ears.
This tiger sound was unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar.
Mo Hua felt a tremor in his heart, immediately looked up.
He then saw behind Young Master Tuoba, eight muscular men, each covered with muscles, struggling forward with eight giant gold and iron chains pulled by a massive, black and white striped ferocious tiger.
This black and white tiger had formations on its forehead, limbs, back, tail, all equipped with chains made of gold and iron to suppress monster qi, along with equipment to restrain its sharp claws and teeth.
Even so, it still emanated a chilling, terrifying monster qi.
A full eight body cultivation men at Foundation Establishment Peak struggled to drag it forward.
Seeing this tiger drastically changed from the one he remembered, yet the aura so familiar, Mo Hua was dumbfounded.
And the originally fierce, restraint-averse tiger, as if sensing a familiar gaze, perceiving a long-lost presence, stopped suddenly, clawing into the ground’s bricks, forcibly halting its advance.
No matter how hard the eight strong men pulled, they couldn’t move it whatsoever.
The Big Tiger’s eyes quivered, seemingly in disbelief.
With its proud "king" character displayed across its forehead, it sniffed around and then abruptly startled, sharply looking in Mo Hua’s direction.