Jinying nodded silently.
"That's good... that's good," Jiao Yuan murmured under his breath.
Neither of the two males spoke again, their gazes fixed on the direction Bai Wanwan had gone.
Jinying felt he'd been acting strangely lately, always doing inexplicable things.
Just last night, he had stood near Bai Wanwan's treehouse for most of the night. When he woke up this morning and thought back on it, he had no idea why he'd even gone.
And a lingering feeling of sorrow and reluctance remained in his heart.
He clearly had no interaction with this female before. Even when he had seen her in the Tiger Clan, he hadn't felt anything at all.
But now... he was troubled by a strange emotion.
Guarded by her Beast Husbands, Bai Wanwan walked through the tribe's night-shrouded paths, returning to the relatively secluded stone house courtyard of the Shuang Hua Saintess.
Before she even got close, she saw a familiar figure standing by a tree trunk, eagerly awaiting her arrival.
