The two tigers' round ears twitched, then their faces lit up with surprise. Their tiger muzzles stretched into wide grins. "It really is a woman's voice! ROAR, ROAR, ROAR!"
Watching the two tigers ahead frantically running with an uncoordinated, same-sided gait, Yuan Lang silently mirrored their awkward movements as he hid behind his so-called Father. His massive, snow-white tiger head, however, peeked out stealthily.
'It's nothing. I'm just curious to see the looks on their faces when they see the so-called 'women' here.'
As the tribespeople watched the two tigers run toward the tribe's entrance with their uncoordinated gait, their cheers died down.
Teng Qian and Teng Kun skidded to a face-planting halt before the crowd of tribespeople. They stared at the figures before them—all uniformly and incredibly sturdy, with dark, sun-baked skin...
'Well, that was unexpected...'
