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Two days later.

The wounds on Little Curly Tail and the others had already healed.

Morning.

Chu Xiaoye set off with the pride.

His old home was reluctant to part, but his new home was filled with anticipation.

Every member of the pride of the cold father had mixed feelings.

Chu Xiaoye turned around and looked at the forest that was growing larger and larger for the last time, as well as the two lush Baobab trees. He said goodbye in his heart.

Birth and growth were all in this territory.

Now, he was going to leave to find a wider space and a better home.

It was inevitable for most creatures to like the new and dislike the old.

No one did not want a better one. It only depended on whether you had the ability and courage to do so.

The pride walked slowly along the river.

Even when they entered the territory of other prides, they did not stop at all.