The next morning, at dawn.
Tiger Garden, Lu Chenzhou came again to see the Black Tiger.
Accompanied by the morning light, he began practicing the "Black Tiger Fist."
"Aoo."
Although the Black Tiger is a common beast, it has a strong instinctive intuition for danger, feeling that this monkey's strength was already not weaker than its own. Of course, there were monkeys stronger than it here, but none as interesting as this one.
Lu Chenzhou felt a certain invisible barrier being broken, with warm currents flowing into his limbs and bones within his already opened five orifices, transforming his body.
He looked at the Black Tiger and smiled.
"See you, Brother Tiger!"
Naturally, the Black Tiger couldn't understand monkey language.
"Aoo."
The tiger's roar echoed through the mountains and forests.
At the mountain's peak, a figure was practicing Heavenly Pile amidst the clouds and mist.
Wang Jidao's lips curled upwards: