"Have a look inside."
"I have already looked," Qin Xin said gloomily, "it's not a lion."
Ma Ming smiled, "What do you think it looks like?"
Qin Xin felt even more depressed, the corners of his mouth drooping, "It resembles a Nian Beast, and also a Pixiu, but it has the spots of a leopard."
There was one term he didn't say—hybrid.
Qin Xin lowered his eyelids, but his heart had already vaguely found an answer.
Ma Ming looked at him and chuckled softly, "The Ancient Beast Tribes would enter into alliances through marriage, creating offspring with more powerful bloodlines."
Hearing this, Qin Xin confirmed the suspicion in his heart and let out a sigh, "Just like those fancy new breed dogs nowadays, I'm not of pure bloodline."
Ma Ming was amused and laughed, shaking his head, "The price tags on those new breed dogs are anything but cheap."
Qin Xin twisted a smile at him, looking even uglier than if he were crying.
