Feng Yi sat on the giant python's back, holding onto the tail part to stop it from curling toward this side. His expression was serious, but his eyes were unfocused, unsure of what he was thinking.
Steve hadn't noticed Feng Yi's distraction at all; he was praising the regal shape of the python's head.
"Look at this head, it's the head of a born ruler! And these old scars on its head, they're its battle badges from the swamp—domestic pythons don't have these! Wow, look at its gaze, detached, cool, even the scales around its eyes are wild and domineering! It has much more 'Spiritual Energy' than the domestic ones!"
Feng Yi: "..."
Steve: "This head shape, this look, this figure! Ah, it seems to have a bit of reticulated python lineage. You can tell it's not a purebred reticulated python, and a purebred one probably wouldn't be so willing to move in this temperature.
