Crossing his hands behind his back, the old man shook his head and mumbled to himself, "I thought I sensed someone behind the tree. I guess I'm not as sharp as I used to be…"
Feng Wu only let out a breath of relief once the old steward walked away.
She had been holding her breath for as long as five minutes, and was on the verge of passing out.
Once the old man was gone, Yuan, the teenager sitting in the tree, was the only person Feng Wu had to worry about.
Rubbing her chin, Feng Wu darted around.
"Roar -"
Just then, the tiger cub crawled out of Feng Wu's sleeve and gestured with its front paws that it would lure the teenager away.
Feng Wu frowned. "But he's really good."
The cub was very stubborn and insisted that it could run very fast.
Feng Wu recalled how fast the cub had run when they were in Proud Snowfield. It might have very short legs, but that didn't stop it from running very fast.
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