The Jiuli Tiger's eyes were flashing with tranquility despite its suppressed anger as it silently watched the blur that came rushing over. In its eyes, the blur could be dismantled—a big difference in the levels of their abilities would result in only destroyed apparitions being seen, but in a situation where the levels of its ability were negligible, it would see the other party's movements clearly.
It thought about many things. It had born into this tribe seven hundred years earlier. The size of the Youhu Tribe had ranged from medium to large. They had existed for tens of thousands for years, and every generation had lived on this land.
For many of the clan members in the Youhu Tribe, this piece of land was their ancestral home where many of their ancestors had really lived.