Of course, Yang Chen would not reveal all of that. He had his own explanation prepared.
When Mo Suxue asked him about it, Yang Chen replied, "Miss, the Ice-Fire Demonic Lion is a precious demonic beast. Precisely because it is precious, it is no ordinary demonic beast. It is a predator, and the law of the jungle among demonic beasts is even more terrifying than among humans. They need to hunt other demonic beasts in order to strengthen their sense of accomplishment. If you do not let it hunt, it cannot vent its ferocity, so naturally it will become sullen and bite anyone it sees. But if you let it vent that ferocity, then this little lion will no longer be so frightening. Just like earlier—it did not bite or menace me because it was satisfied. Once it is satisfied, I can only become its friend, never its enemy."
The moment those words fell, Lin Zhuifeng and Zhou Tang were suddenly enlightened.
So that was how it was. If they had fucking known this earlier, they could have sent anyone up there without a problem. The issue had not been with the people—it had been with the lion itself.
Both of them felt utterly depressed. Such a fine opportunity to climb the ladder had just slipped away.
Yang Chen had snatched it right from under their noses. How could they possibly be happy about that?
After a brief pause, Mo Suxue smiled faintly. The anger she had been bottling up vanished like smoke, and she asked gently, "What is your name?"
"My name is Yang Chen," Yang Chen introduced himself.
Zhang He was so excited that he did not know what to say. Yang Chen—Yang Chen had actually succeeded.
"Good. Yang Chen, from now on, you will be responsible for