Although the time spent here wasn't long, it could still be considered a home for Li Ping'an.
He met with Wen Ling'er and checked on her cultivation progress, and then Li Ping'an released a large, white-furred tiger from his sleeve.
The White Tiger glanced at Wen Ling'er with its drooping eyes and snorted out a breath of white air.
Wen Ling'er's small hand trembled as she quickly hid behind the bookshelf.
Li Ping'an patted the head of the White Tiger, which was still growing. As it was surrounded by immortal light, the small White Tiger shrank to the size of a palm and jumped onto Li Ping'an's palm, gently rubbing its head against it.
Li Ping'an said, "This is my mount, I haven't named it yet, so I just call it Little Tiger on ordinary days. Little Tiger, this is my..."
"Maid," Wen Ling'er hurriedly said, "Maid, cook, errand runner, flower tender, any title is acceptable as long as it's not 'old nanny'!"