Ye Lin had no idea how long he had slept. In the end, he only knew that Gu Qing had shaken him awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the anxious expression covering Gu Qing's face.
"Ye Lin, hurry, we're late! Get up, let's go!"
Gu Qing yanked Ye Lin to his feet and ran forward. They had slept through the entire night, and today was the disciple-taking ceremony.
If they missed it, they were finished—truly finished.
They would not only have let their brothers' hopes down, but all their efforts along the way would have been wasted, and the deaths of their two brothers would have been in vain.
He did not want to bear such consequences.
Roar.
A furious roar suddenly rang out, shaking the ground beneath them and making the leaves all around rustle violently.
For a moment, Gu Qing's face was filled with fear, while Ye Lin felt nothing at all. He realized that he seemed to have lost his ability to feel fear as well.
It seemed that all his seven emotions and six desires had vanished.
It was as though he was no longer human—not a real human.
Gu Qing picked up a wooden stick from the ground and warily scanned their surroundings. Every child who had grown up in the mountains knew that sound. It belonged to none other than the true king of beasts—a Tiger.
A Tiger was lurking in the shadows. That was very bad news.
At a time like this, they absolutely could not run. The moment they ran, death was certain—unless they were confident they could outrun a Tiger.
Just then, rustling came from the distance. Gu Qing looked up and saw a Tiger slowly emerge, the character for king emblazoned upon its forehead and black-and-white stripes