The lion crouched among the weeds, noticing the pack of fierce beasts staring intently at its position. It no longer concealed itself, rising to its feet and letting out a low growl as a warning.
The pack of fierce beasts, which had been following the scent of blood to hunt, swiftly retreated upon seeing the lion stand. They lowered their heads slightly, emitting low, subdued howls.
The lion watched them until they retreated completely, then turned and walked back to where it had come from, returning to its young master.
Over there, Song Lingbo instructed the guard to quickly tidy up the scene. After counting the spoils of war, he divided the items into two portions—one for the guard and one for the three children.
"We don't need these. You keep them!" Hao'er shook his head, refusing to take any.
"Take them! You deserve them," Song Lingbo said with a smile, placing the items into his hands.
