"Kid, do you think our White Tiger Clan can mutate like the Vermilion Bird did into an Undying Bird?" Jin Xiaotian asked, rubbing his hands together.
Chen Jiuge looked completely puzzled. Isn't the White Tiger already the supreme bloodline of the Tiger Clan? Can it even mutate further?
Seeing Chen Jiuge stammer, Ao Hai sneered, "You damn tiger, if you'd read more books, you'd know better! What else could a White Tiger mutate into? A Black Tiger?"
Under his friend's ridicule, Jin Xiaotian simply had all the White Tiger cubs from the clan brought over.
Looking at the yard, now almost overflowing with small White Tigers, Chen Jiuge's jaw dropped. "Is the White Tiger Clan's reproduction rate really this impressive?"
"You shameless old tiger! Most of these probably don't even have bloodlines up to standard, do they?" Xuan Shengtian's face darkened. Why hadn't I thought of that?
Their bloodlines aren't up to standard? What if they were purified and brought to standard?
