Just before the cub's fighting, Xuan Long had been currently sitting lazily beneath a large tree.
The warm sunlight filtered through the leaves above his head while a cool breeze moved gently through the air.
Not far away, several little cubs were happily running around and playing together.
Su Qinglan's three cubs were naturally in the middle of the group while Mo Xiao Li followed nearby protectively with his arms crossed proudly.
Although his face looked arrogant, his eyes never left the cubs for too long. Clearly, he was guarding them carefully.
Meanwhile, Xuan Long simply leaned lazily against the tree trunk with half-closed eyes.
At first glance, he looked completely relaxed. But suddenly, his eyes slowly opened.
A tall figure had appeared nearby silently.
The moment Xuan Long saw the man clearly, his expression remained calm, but his cold emerald eyes narrowed slightly.
