Li Xian shot another "Lingyu Arrow."
The tiger's blood covered the ground, its life clearly extinguished. Only then did he approach to investigate.
The large tiger had a massive body, with a slightly swollen lower abdomen—it was, in fact, a pregnant female tiger.
"I wonder if this counts as one tiger or two tigers."
The tiger's blood was too pungent to drink raw, so Li Xian stored the tiger carcass.
In less than a day, having hunted a tiger and a deer, he had certainly gained a bountiful harvest.
"I wonder if my luck is excellent, or if there are simply too many tiger beasts here."
"In the past, hunting with Father, it could take over ten days just to track a big tiger."
Li Xian let out a light breath.
A tiger and a deer weighed at least several hundred pounds, yet when stored in the Shrinking Flesh Bag, they felt weightless.
It didn't hinder his movement at all.
If he had this treasure during previous hunts, going up the mountain would have been much easier.
