Now that she had found her man and rescued him in time, Qin Yiling could finally relax.
She added more firewood to the fire to keep it burning. Gradually, her eyelids became heavier and she started to doze off.
Only the crackling of the firewood was left in the quiet ravine.
**
At the same time, the villagers were in an uproar at the foot of the mountain. The moment that the tiger's roar had sounded, everyone had come out of their houses.
Their village had been here for over a hundred years. Occasionally, they would hear the cries of wolves, but the roars of tigers were rarely ever heard. At least, among the current generation, no one had heard it before.
"What's happening?"
"What have they done in the mountains?"
"Exactly. How did they end up provoking a tiger?"
"That thing is ferocious."
