In a year's time, Ovis had officially entered adulthood. His body rapidly stretched upward, his previously slender frame began to bulk up, and his face became more handsome and deep-set. Under the sunshine, his brilliant golden hair emitted a dazzling glow.
The charm of the Golden Lion started to manifest in him, and Gu Shengyin had seen more than once that females from the Owl Clan had given him suggestive looks.
But Ovis was no longer that inexperienced little lion. He could enchant someone with a bewitching smile, only to utter cruel words of rejection immediately after, not giving anyone the slightest hope.
The females of the Owl Clan spoke of Ovis with a mix of regret and astonishment—wondering what kind of female could possibly win his true heart?
No one thought of the High Priest.
