Wang Jianguo fixed his gaze on the creature, realizing it was a majestic, awe-inspiring tiger.
The tiger was enormous; its stripes looked like patterns meticulously painted by nature, and every strand of fur radiated a wild, primal energy. Curiously, perhaps because Wang Jianguo carried traces of its spiritual energy, the tiger did not pounce as he had imagined. Instead, it circled him slowly, sniffing constantly as if verifying something.
After circling a few times, the tiger suddenly acted like a docile kitten. It lay down at Wang Jianguo’s feet and exposed its belly, looking exactly like a pet waiting for its master to pet it. Wang Jianguo had never seen anything like this. He was both astonished and terrified, standing there and not daring to reach out. The tiger, seeing that he made no move, seemed to grow impatient; it rubbed against his legs even more affectionately, a soft purring sound rumbling in its throat.
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