"Roar!"
Just as the elderly lions were about to walk far away, the cold father suddenly let out a dignified roar. He faced the morning sun and ran over like the wind.
He passed by Chu Xiaoye and did not look at this unfilial son.
His mane was lush, his movements were strong, and he was still strong.
However, he would also grow old one day.
Therefore, he chased after them.
As for what he was going to do, even he did not know.
Chu Xiaoye stood in place and looked at his back, not stopping him.
The cold father caught up to the group of old lions and let out a dignified growl. He looked over and looked at him, as if he was angry.
The lions stopped, their gazes uneasy and hesitant.
The cold father continued to roar angrily, as if he was guaranteeing something.
After a long time.