As Yan Xiaobao hurried over, the Flying Tiger emitted a powerful roar. However, Yan Xiaobao managed to reach behind it, ensuring that it couldn't move even if it wanted to. After all, even compared to the Flying Tiger, the strength of his body was terrifying.
"Don't move, I'll help you with the wound." Yan Xiaobao quickly cleaned the wound and then applied some medicinal powder on it. Finally, he released the tiger.
It flew into the sky and then roared at Yan Xiaobao. Shortly after, it seemed astonished at its previously injured leg. After casting a last glance at Yan Xiaobao, it soared into the distance.
Smiling, Yan Xiaobao watched it fly away.
After finishing a day of observing beasts, he returned to his residence. Above, the sky began to darken. Standing there, he took a wooden box out of his bag.
After opening it, he produced a fist-sized seed, pulsating with strong life force, almost like a heartbeat. It was even possible to see something squirming inside.
