"Master Han, cheer up!"
Piao Chenlong glanced at the Ton-ton Pig in the distance, noted its happy wagging tail, and laughed:
"Everyone, don't worry. This is my pet, Fat Tiger."
"It has a sensitive nose and likes to amble around every new place to remember its various scents."
"Anyone who wants to pet the pig can do so at any time. It won't attack people on its own, and its soft and deliciously scented fat isn't greasy at all, it feels great to touch!"
When it came to his Contracted Spirit, Piao Chenlong was filled with pride and self-satisfaction.
The people around him, although they didn't seem very familiar with him, chose to echo and praise his words without any doubts.
"Tsk, a painter student who's been in the academy for half a year, such a show-off..."
"Yeah, such a contract for a big eater spirit, big and ugly..."
From a distance, students who seemed to know Piao Chenlong whispered comments that only the two of them could hear.
