"Xiaobai wakes up for a while, sleeps for a while, it's boring. Dafeng, do you know?
Our family has a big tiger. Sometimes I suspect he might be the Ancient Fierce Beast White Tiger, but his stripes are yellow, so I don't doubt him anymore."
Dafeng just laughed.
Who says a name like White Tiger must mean their fur is actually white?
Can't that White Tiger guy just change his skin?
But come to think of it, with so many descendants, it's quite possible that the one that's come down isn't the original.
So, just leave it at that.
"Dafeng! Does the White Tiger have a lot of descendants?
Where are they all?
The big tiger our family keeps in the backyard, that Zhao Fei looks after, is it really the White Tiger?"
Xiaosuisui suddenly got excited and asked Dafeng.
Dafeng: "..."
It's unfair, the Master's mind-reading can even hear the information in its heart.
"Dafeng, is it, or isn't it?
