Yang Chen did not know what to say about Zhang He.
Did Zhang He actually think nighttime was a good thing?
He truly had to admit that fools had fools' luck. Shaking his head helplessly, he said, "Zhang He, Zhang He, it's fortunate you ran into me. If it had been someone else, you probably wouldn't even know how you got yourself into trouble today."
Indeed, others might not be able to handle this Ice-Fire Demonic Lion, but he was different.
He might not have much experience himself, but he had an Ice-Fire Demonic Lion with him—and an adult one at that. What an Ice-Fire Demonic Lion liked to eat and why it displayed such symptoms, he might not understand, but the Ice-Fire Demonic Lion with him certainly would.
"Young Master, this little lion is currently at the most crucial stage of its growth and needs to hunt for food. Demonic beasts are like this: the weak are meat for the strong. For Ice-Fire Demonic Lions like us, we are born hunters. Yet that little girl only feeds this little lion spiritual pills and wondrous medicines. How could that possibly work? The way to restrain this little lion is not to suppress its nature, but to release it," the Ice-Fire Demonic Lion told Yang Chen.
With that explanation, Yang Chen understood what was happening.
Given the renown of this branch of Ice-Fire Demonic Lions, their habits were likely recorded in ancient books. Mo Suxue probably knew as well, but what she did not understand was that not every demonic beast could be raised like a spirit insect.
With that thought, Yang Chen had a plan.
But Zhou Tang and Lin Zhuifeng did not see it that way. They had no good relationship with Zhang He and were now simply waiting