The Lion Tiger Sword Saint's body trembled slightly as if recalling some painful memory. It said subconsciously, "What can be done? This is fate, the fate of our tribe. They all say that we are beings that should not exist — born against the heavens, cursed by the heavens."
Tang San shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with any curse. What you're experiencing is the result of a bloodline barrier. In fact, as members of the feline family, your genes are not entirely incapable of fusing. However, relying on natural fusion, it's uncertain how many years it would take for enough variation to occur. Moreover, you can't pass on these variants to your progeny. The offspring born between you Lion Tiger Beasts die at a high rate, don't they? And those that survive don't live for long."
The Lion Tiger Sword Saint took a deep breath, then said fiercely, "Why are you telling me this? What's the point? Can you even solve this?"
"I can," Tang San said with an indifferent tone.
