The little critter has become quite agile now.
Feng Yin wasn't sure whether it was due to the creature's genetic talent, the effect of fostering once, or a combination of both, but regardless, the creature's vitality far exceeded that of normal cubs and significantly surpassed Feng Yin's understanding.
Ever since Feng Yin fed it, it had been wandering around him actively and sprightly after filling its stomach.
The palm-sized creature was incredibly lively.
Lying on his bed with a book beside him, Feng Yin was engrossed in studying the Wind Step and the Somersault Kick, frowning as he delved into the techniques, undistracted.
Little Feng Ying began running up and down, circling around his head at first, then wriggling from one side of his neck to another, crawling from his collar to wriggle out from his pant leg.
It was like an adventure.
Its eyes glittered with excitement, having fun.
