"Gold?"
Upon hearing this, Little Tiger approached and circled around the two large rocks twice, tapping on the left, kicking on the right, and muttered to itself, "It really is gold."
At this moment, Xiao Taohong also floated down, standing atop the golden lion, and exclaimed, "Where did the Master find such treasures? A golden lion this big, how much is it worth?"
During her life, Xiao Taohong was a miss from a wealthy family, with broad knowledge, naturally recognizing goldware at a glance.
Little Tiger sulked and said, "Who knows where she stole it from? If I hadn't slipped away quickly, Xiao Taohong, you wouldn't be seeing me at all."
"But you're a Thousand Year Striped Tiger, aren't you better than that?"
"It's called a disaster falling from the sky, it has nothing to do with me being a Thousand Year Striped Tiger, alright."
"How could it be unrelated? It obviously is, Heaven arranged for you to be a Thousand Year Striped Tiger, surely with some purpose."
