At that moment, the snow leopard that was rushing down the mountain towards the tribe suddenly sneezed. It rolled down the snowy mountain in a round ball, and it went far. Only when the sturdy clan leader stretched out his heavy bear paw to stop it did it sit dazzled on the snowy ground, shaking its head.
The Clan Leader stopped in confusion, looking at Bosson who was still looking dazed. "What's going on? Why did you roll down like that? Did you roll down quite quickly?"
Bosson twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the Clan Leader speechlessly, "It was indeed quick. Would you like to give it a try?"
The Clan Leader chuckled a few times, "Better not. Given my old arms and legs, something bad might happen. And I'm not yet ready to leave this world."
Bosson rubbed his nose, murmuring to himself: "There must be some creatures cursing me."
