Old Patriarch Lu looked at the little white tiger cub in Feng Jiu's arms with curiosity. When he heard her question, he smiled and replied: "We can set off any time. If we speed up our pace we can leave the mountains in about four to five days."
After a pause, he looked at the little white tiger cub in Feng Jiu's arms and asked hesitantly: "Young Brother Feng, I'm afraid that you will invite trouble if you carry this little white tiger cub down the mountain like that."
White tigers were rarely sighted, let alone such a small milk tiger cub. Even if it has been contracted, it would no doubt cause unnecessary trouble to carry such a small white tiger cub into a crowded place.
If someone had its eye on it and wanted to rob him, he was afraid that he would bring death upon himself because of it. Because he got along so well with this young boy along their journey, he felt that he had to warn him.