The White Tiger was momentarily stunned by Xie Xuzhi's reasonable command.
It was the Demon King, after all, and now in such dire straits that anyone could order it around!
As the White Tiger contemplated whether to shake off the man on its back, perhaps throwing him into a big tumble.
The Little Paperman, who was pushing the Mystic Iron Gate, turned its head to look at the White Tiger.
The master instructed them to follow Xie Xuzhi, but not just to protect Director Xie from those outside or the Great Demons.
It was also to prevent this White Tiger from developing any rebellious thoughts.
Even though the master had shackled the White Tiger, with Director Xie's flesh and blood facing a Demon King of this level.
If this White Tiger harbored even a little malice, it could spell trouble for Director Xie.
"Why are you dilly-dallying? Are you waiting for us to open the door for you to pick up the ready-made? You may be a Demon King, but that has nothing to do with us!"
