Hu Yan returned from the eastern clearing feeling very proud of himself. His face was covered in deep scratches, and his shoulders were bleeding in several places, but he didn't feel any pain.
The rain washed away the blood, but it couldn't wash away the smug grin on his face.
He had been beaten by the Seven-Strip Lion King, but he had successfully sunk his teeth into Shi Feng's front paw.
That paw had touched his Su Qinglan, so Hu Yan felt it was only right to leave a wound on it.
Even though he was only a Five-Strip tiger, he had managed to make a king bleed. He was so satisfied that he was almost humming a tune as he walked back to the house.
But when he reached the fence, his smile froze.
He found Rong Ye and Han Jue sitting directly on the muddy ground in the middle of the pouring rain. They weren't talking. They were just using their fingers to draw circles in the mud over and over again.
