Lu Anzhi looked at the little fox in his arms. “Hey, little one, how about I take you along to kill some people?”
“They’re really strong. They’ve been hunting me for ages.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you what it means to kill with one slash.”
After finishing off the demon cultivators, Lu Anzhi was on his way to Mount Buzhou when he pressed his blade to a tiger’s neck.
“So you’re a Wind-Thunder Tiger, and you can fly?”
“Let me ask you something. I had a mount called a Wind-Thunder Tiger that went missing. Have you seen him?”
The Wind-Thunder Tiger stared at him blankly. “Uh, am I supposed to know him?”
“Hmm? What did you say?”
“Master! My great master! I’m the little tiger you lost! I’ve finally found you!”
Seeing how quick he was to catch on, Lu Anzhi patted the tiger’s head. “Good. You’ve got a sharp eye.”
And so this primordial beast began its glorious duty as an airborne taxi...
It's too childish. Use the fairy tale to tell ancient stories.
The smell of AI is getting stronger and stronger
This is the smallest number of people of the Lich race I have ever seen. They are all in teams of a hundred people.