"Eighth Rank, huh? Heh heh, perfect!" Zhu Bufan no longer concealed himself, with a cold laugh, he shot up from the snowy ground.
At that moment, the Fierce Bear's thick and sharp claws were tearing through its prey, bringing the steaming hot flesh to its mouth, savoring the delicacy, and the Fierce Bear let out a series of contented growls.
Zhu Bufan's sudden outburst alarmed the indulging Fierce Bear. It appeared clumsy and dull, but it was incredibly cunning and always on alert; the moment something amiss occurred, it had already set down the food in its hands and placed its four paws on the ground, its dark eyes staring fixedly at Zhu Bufan, who had appeared out of nowhere.
