Reon's gaze shifted to the sed option: revealing his identity and handing over the white tiger.

  Tiger?

  Reon's eyes shifted to the little cat before darting back to the system panel, his thoughts swirling in fusion.

  How that possibly be a tiger? It looks exactly like a little cat—the same size, the same color, even the same demeanor as the one I had in my previous life.

  He shook his head slightly, struggling to recile the system's cim. A tiger? This little creature? Unbelievable. But... if the system says it's a White Tiger, then it must be.

  The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. That's why those bastards are so fixated on her.

  Perhaps he should have used his Identify skill earlier, but seeing her injured and so remi of his own cat made him pletely fet about it.

  Those bastards must have reized her true identity immediately and tried to deceive him by g it was their cat. Ruthless scum. Could they also be the ones who injured her in the first pce?

  Reon's jaw ched. Even if she weren't a White Tiger, I wouldn't give her up. I've already made a tract with her, and she's mio protect. But now that I know her true nature, the stakes are even higher.

  His thoughts deepened as he recalled the information from the he White Tiger e of the Overlord s of the Howling Wilds ti.

  Its Supreme Ruler, the Thunderous White Tiger Emperor, was a being of unparalleled power, a hat struck awe and fear alike.

  Even the leader of the Supreme Dao Sect, though no direct flict between them was mentioned in the novel, was said to stand on equal footing with this legendary ruler, matg their might with all the power at their disposal.

  If she's truly from that ... and if she's one of their desdants... then this little one's identity is far more dangerous than I could've ever imagined.

  His eyes flicked to the small o, the small tiger. She remained close to Cloudia, her wide eyes refleg trust and innoce.

  I have to be cautious, he thought, his resolve hardening. I 't let anyone else discover her true nature. If word spreads, her life—and mine—will be in stant peril.

  He exhaled softly. And as for this option? Ridiculous. I would never choose it, no matter the reward. The Qi Enha Pill isn't nearly enough to sell out someone I've sworn to protect.

  Reon's gaze shifted to the third option: revealing his identity and killing the entire group. His brow furrowed as he sidered it.

  He hadn't taken a single human life since arriving in this world. Could he truly bring himself to kill someone, even in self-defense? His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.

  It wasn't that he cked the will to fight if his life was at stake, but killing was a line he hadn't yet crossed.

  Ahe implications him. If he were to kill this group, wouldn't it provoke their leader, Niu Ling, even further?

  That man, Niu Ling, wouldn't rest until he got what he wanted, especially if one of his people were killed. He'd see it as a personal vea, a challeo his authority.

  The group he sent would undoubtedly be stronger—possibly far beyond what Reon could handle in his current state. He wasn't ready to face such overwhelming odds yet.

  Then there was the reward for this option: a Healing Pill of Unon Grade. That meant a Grade-2 Healing Pill, useful but not particurly rare or worth the risk of ht sughtering the group. Reon frowned. No, killing them was not the path he would take.

  His attention shifted to the fourth option, and his expression subtly ged as he sidered it: aowledging his identity, defeating the group without killing them, and proteg the White Tiger. A faint smirk tugged at the ers of his lips.

  This felt like the best course of a. He wouldn't have to kill them, but that didn't mean he couldn't teach them a painful lesson and leave them bloodied and broken.

  A solid beating would send a clear message while sparing their lives. He already had a pn f in his mind to ehey wouldn't dare speak of what happened here.

  Then there was the reward for this option—a Rare Grade Footwork Teique. His smirk deepehis was somethiruly needed.

  Polishing his swordsmanship was already one of his priorities, and a high-grade footwork teique would plement his skills perfectly.

  After leaving the Mystic Evergreen Forest, when he began training with The Bdesong of the Silver Moon, he would o master precise footwork to fully ie it into his fighting style.

  A footwork teique like this could elevate his bat ability to a whole new level. Yes, this option wasn't just practical; it was essential.

  A chime echoed in his mind, sealing his decision.

  [Ding! The Host has selected the Fourth Option. Please proceed to plete the task in order to cim your reward.]

  Before Reon could act, the leader's voice cut through the tense silence.

  "What's the matter? Your silence—does it mean you're admitting it? You are Xue Taiyang, aren't you?" The leader's tone was sharp, as his eyes narrowed, watg Reon's every move.