Looking at the pelt of the tiger, Chen Nuo thought for a moment but still refrained from making a move.
Although killing a tiger in this world would hardly be considered a significant matter, donning the tiger's fur would also not bestow any enhancement to one's mana.
In the original tale, Sun Wukong wore these clothes simply because he had none, but since they were not needed now, it was better to spare the creature's life.
The tiger had no idea what had just transpired, continuing its unsuccessful hunt then moving to a new location, unaware that it had silently escaped death.
Xuanzang came upon a farmhouse and knocked on the door, which was answered by an elder with his grandchild.
With a smile on his face, Xuanzang said, "This humble monk has journeyed from Chang'an, preparing to embark towards the Western Heaven for Scriptures. Passing by here as night falls, may I inquire if it's possible to lodge for the evening?"