Besides, he had no proof, but only his instincts told him that the soul of the ring was not simple. Well, he could only wait and see.
Zhong Liang handed the little black, nameless tiger to Zemin Yan. The little black tiger was somewhat reluctant in Zemin Yan's arms, but the small hand caressing his back was very comfortable.
That small hand seemed to know which parts to caress and which parts to avoid, the little black tiger closed its eyes in pleasure and purred softly.
"What name do you want to have?" Zemin Yan asked through the mental connection of the contract. Although Sying and the little black tiger had contracts, the contract levels were different. Sying's allowed him and Zemin Yan to exchange thoughts and read each other's thoughts.
