The beast cubs gathered around a radiant red fox, their eyes reflecting a mixture of astonishment and reverence. Amidst the crowd, Newt, sporting a pair of glasses that allowed him crystal-clear vision in his beast form, observed the spectacle with a calm demeanor.
Wearing the glasses often drew puzzled looks from the other creatures, but Newt paid them no mind. His focus lay elsewhere, contemplating the significance of the red fox's achievement. "To attain Qi Condensation within half a year seems to have left them utterly astonished," Newt mused, his analytical mind dissecting the reactions.
Despite the praise and the apparent shock of the other cubs, Newt remained indifferent. The prospect of reaching Qi Condensation loomed on the horizon, not because he lacked the capability but rather because he chose not to embrace it just yet.
