At the Qingyang branch of the Divine Teachings on Kunlun Mountain, deep within the cliffside tiger lair, lay a giant, fat tiger, ten zhang long and nearly the same in girth, soundly asleep in its cave.
It lay on its back on a smooth, flat bluestone, surrounded by a pile of metal cabinets resembling shipping containers, chin dropped and tongue lolling, with drool dripping down and wetting the piles of scattered books and ancient scrolls around it.
These metal cabinets were the private stash of the octopus head, though many were hastily snatched when Li Fan stole the pot, some were left in the tiger's den under its guard. As for the books and ancient scrolls, there were various decrees and logs of the Divine Teachings, legionary officer training manuals, archeological research of the demon and Ling clans, and remnants of ancient Qingyang Gate secrets. Some had been glanced at, others hadn't even been touched, tossed about everywhere.
