For some reason, Lan Zhuo felt that Cedriel was somehow different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
Just as he was about to say something, a message from the director of the Animal Research Institute urging him to submit his report diverted his attention. As Lan Zhuo left the animal dormitories, he completely missed the Mojin King Tiger's intense gaze fixed on his retreating back.
"TRUMPET—"
As day turned to night, the elephants' vision became limited. They began to call out for the missing Little Elephant, keeping a close eye on the calves still with them to prevent losing any more before the first one was even found.
"Liang He, it's very dangerous out here at night. Why don't we head back to the hotel and continue the search tomorrow?"
