"The rules have always been in the hands of the strong.
"You think that your Elephant Clan is very strong, but you don't want to compete. In fact, you're too weak."
Xiang Lingshuang looked up at Han Muye.
"They are strong and not good at fighting. Those who are fast, those with powerful spells, and those with powerful bloodlines can crush your Elephant Clan."
"Your reproductive ability is too low. Your clan is too small and your growth is too slow.
"With all the disadvantages combined, the Elephant Clan is able to survive by enduring humiliation.
"Do you think you're the smartest? Would the ancestors of your Elephant Clan have been willing to do that?"
Although Han Muye's words were cold, they were the truth.
Xiang Lingshuang's expression changed, but he was completely powerless to refute.
After a long silence, he reached out and picked up the pair of long tusks on the ground.
