The other beastmen in the stone house also looked grim.
"You call Xun Qing calm? He's clearly cold-blooded!"
That male has no sense of responsibility whatsoever.
In his eyes, the strong were supreme. All the weak in the tribe should be cast out. The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled had no right to exist. They should be thrown into the Great Wilderness to become food for the Wild Beasts, letting the beasts grow fat for the benefit of powerful beastmen like him.
If Xun Qing were to become the next Wing Tiger Tribe Leader, the tribe's peaceful way of life would be gone forever.
The Wing Tiger Tribe Leader looked at Xun Yu, who was sitting upright without saying a word. Noticing he still hadn't mated, the leader said in exasperation, "Why haven't you mated with your female yet? You're really going to be the death of me!"
