Hu Yan stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing in the cave. He squinted his eyes, looking at the tiny human baby in Xuan Long's arms. As he reached out a large, calloused hand to touch the baby's arm, his eyes suddenly bulged.
There, etched clearly onto Xiao San's small, pale shoulder, was a single beast strip.
Hu Yan gasped, his face turning pale with shock. He looked up at Xuan Long, his voice trembling. "Xuan Long... is this real? Look at his shoulder! He already has a strip!"
In the beast world, these marks represented a warrior's rank and power. Most talented cubs did not earn their first strip until they were at least ten years old.
But Xiao San was a six month old infant. This was unheard of. It was like seeing a newborn pick up a heavy hunting spear.
"Is it safe?" Hu Yan asked, his concern growing.
"How can a baby hold so much energy? Is it because of your special tribe? Are all your people this terrifyingly powerful from birth?"
