Ying Jiuyao's tail shot straight out, his Gilded Beast Eyes flying wide. "A cub?"
The Divine Pattern on Su An'an's waist lit up right on cue.
As the pink light swirled, it condensed into the illusion of a small White Tiger cub, curled up and snoring as it hugged its tail.
Ying Jiuyao stared at the illusion of the tiger cub, his breath catching.
Three seconds later.
"Out of the way! Everyone get the hell out of my way!"
The Tiger Clan people watched, dumbfounded, as Ying Jiuyao sprinted past, carrying Su An'an.
His tail was puffed up like a feather duster, and he muttered as if possessed:
"The Spiritual Spring needs to be warm! The cushions need three layers! Where did I put the fetus-preserving medicine? The fetus-preserving medicine!"
「The Holy Land, inside the Elder Hall.」
With a CRACK, Ying Jiuyao's claws fractured the stone table. "Is Anan pregnant or not?!"
The elder's beard trembled. "Her pulse is steady and deep. It is indeed the pulse of a pregnancy."
"BOOM!"
