Chapter 7

When I found the spirit tiger, he was clinging to a small protruding rock on the edge of a cliff. The tiny rock jutted out precariously, trembling as if it might crumble at any moment. The spirit tiger's body was covered in wounds, the deepest of which was on his abdomen, almost exposing the bone. He stretched out his small claw, reaching for a spiritual fruit nearby. Ten centimeters. One centimeter. Almost there! The moment his claw hooked the spiritual fruit, the rock gave way, and the...