The City Lord raised his head, his gaze as sharp as lightning, fixed on the White Tiger group below.
The young woman at the center of the group was unflinching. While stroking the Little Jade Tiger in her arms, her gaze met his defiantly.
"Hah!"
A cold sneer echoed.
Tang Wen felt his heart inexplicably tighten.
The laughter seemed to have come from the young woman, yet at the same time, it didn't.
"Lord Huang, is it? Why haven't you made your move? You won't figure out how strong I am just by standing there!" The voice was tinged with a cynical playfulness.
Huang San's expression changed drastically.
Shui Qianjun and the other Peak Fifth-Grade experts looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Their sharp senses told them that the one who had just spoken was the seemingly harmless tiger cub in the young woman's arms!
'It's waiting for Lord Huang to make a move?'
'No, that's not it!'
'How can it talk?'
'This is absurd.'
"Fourth Grade?!"
