The elders in the Emperor Hall couldn't help but shake their heads as well. They've heard that the Violet-winged Tiger was nearly pure-blooded, and that the Chang family of the Glory Country had spent a lot of effort to ascend its bloodline in hopes that it would become a pure-blooded war pet in the future. And yet, Mike just killed it like that? And he seemed as if he were going to roast it?
He didn't know how to cherish it all all. He should've raised it as a war pet instead, how could he have eaten it!
"You're back, Jonathan. You're in luck, come and try some of this." Mike removed a piece of blood essence from inside the head of the tiger. It was huge and crystal-clear, and it released a purple mist. He weighed it in his hand, then kept it in his space ring.
"Is this the V
