Looking at the expectant eyes of Mrs. Shao, Shao Zifeng knew all too well that she had misunderstood.
His face darkened, and without offering much of an explanation, he stretched out his hand and drew a line, and a translucent space rift slowly opened.
A burst of green light erupted.
A small deer, as white as mutton fat jade, knelt and lay before the onlookers, a small red pouch hanging around its neck, jingling with its movements.
Under their watchful eyes, the deer's ears twitched, and it slowly opened its eyes like jade, watery and as if shining with a moving luster.
"Yo~"
Not afraid of being watched by so many people, the calm deer stood up, lay down beside Shao Zifeng's feet, skillfully bit onto his pant leg, eagerly gazing at Shao Zifeng's thick hair, while swiftly moving its little mouth.
Mrs. Shao's eyes widened in amazement; she looked at the white deer and then at her son, stammering, "Son... you've become a Combat Training Master."
