"Oh my god, this is ridiculous, right?"
In front of Su Ran, there was a large amount of hair and plenty of black tiger feces, the foul smell making him reluctant to step further.
"It's really dirty, this black tiger is definitely a macho man, can't live without a female around!"
Su Ran couldn't help but complain, he tried using the Treading on Air Technique, and surprise, surprise—in the belly of this East Mountain, there was no effect limiting flight, which allowed him to fly up smoothly. However, a new problem arose: among so much hair, which one was the black tiger's whisker? He couldn't tell at all!
"Damn, such severe hair loss, how am I supposed to find it?"
Enduring the nausea, Su Ran rummaged through the piles of hair, trying to find that distinct whisker, but it was really difficult.
He understood that the style of a black tiger's whisker was definitely different from ordinary hair, but with so much hair there, he couldn't manage without half a day's effort!
