Mike flapped his wings and flew about two thousand meters upwards. He held the tortoise towards the east. "Can you sense where the white tiger is?"
The tortoise didn't care much about other things but it cared very much about the white tiger cub. "Further east! Much further! Probably in the depths of the ocean."
"Are you saying that they've been caught by the Green Demon Race?" Mike asked.
"The white tiger is still a cub, so it doesn't resemble the adult white tiger much yet. Its breath and existence aren't obvious yet as well, so I don't think they'll notice it so soon." The tortoise looked at Mike with a frown, then pondered, "I suspect that they're had their eye on Demia and caught her, then found out about the cub's bloodline by accident. They might not have found out about
