"Does my lord find me vastly different from ordinary tigers? And feel that I'm a deviant?"
Wang Hu's expression didn't change, but it was clear and without a doubt that he indeed thought so.
A small smile formed on the tiger's face, and he spoke calmly and with poise.
Roar~!
"My lord, I've heard of an idiom—'a thousand people have a thousand
"Brutal, bloodthirsty, mild, foolish, rash, cautious, competitive, wise, and so on—are tigers with different personalities not tigers anymore?
"All the animals, apart from humans, in various parts of Earth have only just stepped onto the path toward developing human intelligence and becoming intelligent beings at this point. Why should my lord feel the need to cling on to an inherent impression?"
