Ji Nuan nervously revealed a sycophantic smile, "I just wanted to test how heavy the rain was."
Xiu Yan glanced at her and threw the Giggle Beast he had just caught from the backyard, ready for food, into the rain.
The Giggle Beast seemed to be enduring unbearable agony, frantically flapping its wings and letting out pitiful screams as it scuttled towards the shelter of the corridor.
Watching the miserable state of the Giggle Beast, Ji Nuan's heart tightened—she really had been foolish just now.
For the small and medium-sized tribes that had joined the Watson Tribe, this cold season felt like they had arrived at the domain of Lord Beast God.
Waking up every day on a warm kang, eating hot food, and only going out to patrol every few days.
Without the cold, hunger, or death, these newly joined tribesmen were instantly determined in their loyalty to the Watson Tribe.
Lashing rain fell upon the Beast World Continent, awakening the dormant forests, mountains, and rivers.
