Chương 1795: Can’t Make A Move

"I won't do anything rash." She said softly. Her eyes were fixed ahead and she wondered how long this white tiger would last. 

When Old Patriarch Lu saw the expression on Feng Jiu's face, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised and there was a strange feeling that he couldn't describe. Although the loose cultivators were besieging a heavily pregnant white tigress, this was the way the world was, the strong overpowered the weak. 

Furthermore, the white tigress was a rare white tiger from the tiger clan. Of course it was only natural that those people would have their eye on the white tigress. Moreover, judging from the strength of those people, it was only a matter of time before the white tigress fell into their hands. 

In front, the white tiger fought hard, it let out a low growl. There was anger and anxiety in the tiger's eyes as well as a trace of worry that the outsiders were unaware of.