Watching Mora drink the rabbit's blood, the Black Lotus Daoist was slightly taken aback. It wasn't that he couldn't accept Mora's raw and bloody habits, but the expression on Mora's face as he drank... no matter how one looked at it, he seemed... to be thoroughly enjoying himself.
"As expected of the one chosen by the Exalted to found the Demon Cult," the Black Lotus Daoist muttered to himself inwardly. He had been following quietly in secret, and just as Mora had finished hunting three wild rabbits and was preparing to return, a tiger's roar echoed from deep within the mountain forest.
Mora, who had just tied the wild rabbits together and slung them over his shoulder, was so shaken by the roar that his legs went weak and he dropped to the ground, the rabbits rolling aside. Having no time to retrieve his prey, Mora rolled over and hid in the nearby brush.
Chapter 227