The lioness looked at Lin Muyu and sighed, shaking her head.
"It is not that simple," the lioness whispered, her voice tinged with a bit of sadness.
"Male lions are very proud. They are the kings of the plains. Most of them believe they should only mate within their own species to keep the bloodline strong. They usually look down on other races, thinking they are too weak or too small."
Lin Muyu's eyes widened, and then her face turned a bright shade of red from pure annoyance.
"What kind of shit logic is that?!" she rattled, her voice rising in frustration. "Everyone in this world mates to survive! What makes you lions so special? Are you made of gold?"
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Look at our Qinglan! She is a top-tier witch doctor. She has a tiger, a wolf, a fox, and a snake. Do you see her complaining about species? No! Because she knows that a good husband is a good husband, regardless of his tail!"
