Bertel's eyes flickered with satisfaction, "Out of respect for my mother, if Bosson comes back, I'll let him be the captain of a hunting squad."
His voice was soft, so soft that if you didn't see his sinister look, you might believe him.
...
Over on the Watson Tribe's side, an incident that had the beasts laughing their guts out had occurred.
The morning sun shone upon the earth as the people of the Watson Tribe began their busy daily lives. Standing outside the city gates were Ge Xing and the hunting team led by Lei Er.
And of course, there's the plump little lion cub, cradled in Ji Nuan's arms.
That's right, you're not mistaken. A pudgy, golden-furred lion cub.
The fluffy little face of the cub was filled with grievance, its pitiful appearance almost enough to melt Ji Nuan's heart.
She stroked the little one's head and quietly said, "Xiu Yan... brother..."
Feeling strange, Ji Nuan found it awkward to address such a pudgy little creature as 'brother'.
