Jun Ning looked in the direction Lan Xihe was pointing, and a strong and powerful-looking lion was slowly approaching their group. The lion walked slowly, but each step it took seemed like death was inching closer to Jun Ning's party.
Seeing the lion's fierce and terrifying gaze, Jun Ning and the group behind Lan Xihe grew vigilant.
Led by Lan Xihe, everyone drew their long swords and formed a circle to protect Jun Ning.
"Everyone, retreat slowly and make sure to protect the Pavilion Master!"
"Stay calm, don't run around, and don't scream loudly. Retreat slowly, and we will surely survive this ordeal."
Lan Xihe guided everyone to move back.
This lion was not a friendly animal at all. Not only was it ferocious, but it also particularly hated human provocations. If someone shouted curses at it, aggressively stabbed it, or startled it, it would retaliate even more viciously, leaving no room for mercy.
