"So it was him after all!" Ji Nuan, hugging the silver wolf cub, stood near a tent not far away as the little fluffy fur ball Fu Yi had vanished.
Xiu Yan nodded, slightly rubbing his tiny head: "When we were making crispy sweet fruit last time, I noticed that something was off about him. If I had not been there that day, he might have tried to take you away as well."
"It's alright, all the medicine powders I gave were made from tasteless grass and stinky fruit powder, which has no effect in treating the insect disease. I hate it when someone secretly takes something," Ji Nuan pouted.
The Chief Ge Xing was leading his tribespeople in maintaining an eerie silence. Many tribes had noticed the unusual activity in the Watson Tribe during the night, but did not know the cause.
