The corpse of the Cold-mane Longhorn Matriarch overshadowed the slowly approaching Snow Blue-eyed Tigress and the little cubs resting on her back.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the colossal carcass, whose existence alone could raze their village.
A few clan members wondered whether they had simply been lucky never to be invaded by such a monstrosity, or whether they were too insignificant.
Even so, everyone stood slack-jawed.
Killing the Cold-mane Longhorn Matriarch was too great a leap forward, and no one here could imagine repeating their clan chief's feat.
Of course, no one believed Shen Taofeng and the others could have done it, and they were right.
Shen Lexi stood still, then felt a squeeze on her hand.
She looked to the side and saw her husband smiling faintly at her.
"Qian'er has grown up too fast, right?" he said.
Shen Lexi nodded.
"Yes."
Her fingers tightened around his, and the tension left her shoulders.
