"Mad Tiger King?"
Wang Wu was taken aback and couldn't help but scrutinize this seemingly ordinary Tiger Demon once more. It was unexpected that it belonged to the same era as the Mad Tiger King within the Demon Race, though it had become a Spirit Beast. It should be considered a Thousand-Year Great Demon by now.
But asking him to deliver a message to the Mad Tiger King, treating him like a task-issuing NPC, ten years later, the Mad Tiger King would most likely have surrendered to Lu Wuchen. That wouldn't be delivering a message, but a death mission.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "Sorry, I don't plan on leaving Shaman Village anytime soon."
"No worries, you can do it whenever. Just deliver the letter if you happen to leave."
"Still, I'm really sorry. I have some enemies in the West Wilderness, and they're hunting me everywhere, so I can't just go to Heavenly Dao Mountain to deliver your message."
