"Roar—"
The roar of the lion declaring its territory sounded in the pride.
This should have been Chu Xiaoye's doing, but Chu Xiaoye felt that it was too silly to do so. Therefore, he handed the mission to the cold father.
The cold father was already familiar with such roars and naturally could not ask for more.
Chu Xiaoye brought the pride and patrolled the bushes, scaring away many small animals. Then, he walked out of the bushes and came to the grassland.
Without the cover of the huge tree, the grassland was bright and sunny.
The cold father's hoarse and rough roar sounded one after another and spread to the surrounding grassland.
If this territory did have an owner or other prides, they would definitely run over with a murderous aura after hearing the cold father's roar and prepare to expel them.