C184 He Caught the Purple-gold Flying White Tiger.

Guided by the scent, it arrived at its destination and beheld a variety of sights. The food here was unlike any other; these creatures walked on two legs. It recognized them—they were called humans. The aroma wafting from the objects they toyed with was tantalizing, stirring a deep hunger within.

Despite the multitude of humans, fear was a stranger to this sovereign of the mountains