Lin Fan was overwhelmed with joy. Looking at the freshly born cub who had yet to even open its eyes, Lin Fan beamed brightly.
With a sheet of snow-white fur and horns yet to grow on its forehead, indeed it looked just like a lion’s cub.
Lin Fan gently spread its hind legs to check its gender.
How great it would be if it were a male. After all, most males possessed stronger fighting strength as compared to females. But alas, it was a female cub.
Lin Fan had no idea how long he had been here for, nor did he know whether his fellow Glory Sect disciples had left. Thus, he slipped the cub into his backpack and exited the cave.
In front of Lin Fan’s grave kneeled a disciple who was bawling his eyes out like a cuckoo spitting blood.
"Junior Master! I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! Please forgive me!!!" And the man bawling his eyes out was none other than the disciple who had farted the other day.
