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The tiger sat in the mountain forest, its majesty awe-inspiring. In front of the big tiger, two figures stood stiff as boards.
Just as the fair-faced man was at a loss, he heard Lu Ye say, "Great Tiger King, please quell your anger. I understand the rules; I will follow your rules, so please spare my life!"
As he spoke, he took off his storage sack from around his waist, feigned activating the spirit force, and tossed down the storage sack. Not only that, but he also threw away the longsword in his hand.
The big tiger looked at him and hummed softly, "Since you understand the rules, I can spare your life."
"Thank you, Great Tiger King!"
The big tiger then turned its gaze to the fair-faced cultivator, "What about you, boy? Do you wish to die or to live?"
"I want to live!" blurted out the fair-faced cultivator, his face a portrait of agony as he unbuckled his storage sack in the manner of Lu Ye, unlocked the restriction lock, and threw it onto the ground before him.