Qiuluo Bai stared blankly ahead, feeling that the creature in front of him looked rather silly.
A small white tiger, somewhat dissipated in form and almost like a phantom, was now shaking its head as it sniffed toward the pile of meat.
It didn't eat, in fact, it couldn't eat. Every time its head approached the meat, it would pass right through.
Yet it still enjoyed sniffing the bloody beast meat to its heart's content.
The blood energy contained in the meat seemed to be being absorbed by the small white tiger, causing the chunks to rot rapidly.
Before long, all the blood energy was consumed, leaving only a pile of rotten meat on the ground. The small white tiger lifted its head and nodded in satisfaction at Qiuluo Bai.
"Mortal, you've pleased me again. The blood energy makes me feel comfortable."
Hearing this, Qiuluo Bai quickly responded, face filled with joy, "Then can you bestow me another opportunity?"
"Opportunity?"
