Tang Wen and Xia Qingge looked up.
Hu Niannian descended from the sky, still speaking,
"I noticed it when we encountered that Python Flood Dragon in the middle of the lake." It fixed its tiger-like gaze on Xia Qingge. "You're so young, yet you've already broken through to the Fifth Grade. Even among the White Tiger Race, you'd be considered a first-rate genius!"
A wide smile spread across Xia Qingge's face as she glanced at Tang Wen from the corner of her eye.
'Listen to that!'
'Even in the White Tiger Tribe, I'm a genius!'
But there wasn't the slightest hint of a smile on Tang Wen's face.
Instead, he sighed. "She's a descendant of an Outsider."
The excitement in Hu Niannian's eyes froze, and the "king" character between its brows involuntarily furrowed.
It opened and closed its mouth, unsure of what to say.
It hastily returned the two Void Stones to Tang Wen and changed the subject, talking about sending supplies to Flame Camp.
