It had been years since that moment, but the memory was still fresh in Quan Yizhen’s mind: two glimmering silhouettes that jumped out from the lion’s heads, taking shape in an almost explosive manner, their roars reverberating inside Quan Yizhen’s chest.

Unsurprisingly, he obliterated the creature with even more ease thanks to the lions and their fiery presence aiding him in battle.

And by the end of it, they rubbed against him, like a house cat would, letting him pet them and hug them to his heart’s content, trapping him under their bodies for a while, before finally returning to the weapon.