The discipline of Black Tiger City was good, its efficiency even higher than that of the Yanxiang Tribe. The entire Black Tiger City quickly assembled, and Ming Yan led a White Tiger to Si Yan.
"You'll ride this one," Ming Yan patted the White Tiger, his dark pupils falling on Si Yan. Watching the small female, his voice unconsciously softened. "It's relatively docile."
The little female leaped onto the White Tiger, three adorable little cubs following suit. The White Tiger shook its tail.
Ming Yan's eyes deepened as he watched the group of one large and three small. He had become strong to avoid females. His mind was filled only with thoughts of cultivation. Yet now, he felt himself entertaining a very absurd thought. He hoped she would listen to the troubles of his heart, hoped she would understand and share the suffering he had endured. Suddenly, he wished he had a place of tenderness, a place to entrust his soul.
