Without the cover of the vines, the stagnant foul and miasmic air inside the small ravine began to gush out.
The White Tiger disdainfully took several steps back. These airs have no effect on him, but to those fragile humans, they are deadly.
This realization made the White Tiger feel a pang of fear. What if he hadn't come to check first?
At that time, would Yun Ran think it was a trap he deliberately set, intending to annihilate them?
Thinking of Yun Ran's methods and those looks Yun Ran gave his fur, the White Tiger felt a chill run through him.
This was also why he always tried to appear in human form in front of Yun Ran, just in case Yun Ran suddenly decided to skin him.
"No, I have to do something about this quickly!"
Determined, the White Tiger began clearing out the miasma in the small ravine.
By the time he was almost done, the fur on the White Tiger was so dirty it couldn't be made clean, turning him into an utterly grimy tiger.
