Inside the prep room, others looked at Chen Xing with strange expressions on their faces.
"What are you doing?"
In the room, Chen Xing squatted on the ground, seriously polishing the back of Taotie with sandpaper.
"Waxing, and also giving it a shine."
"..." The three people beside him were a bit confused.
Even Kuang Shiyi fell silent for a moment.
Because Chen Xing had been polishing and waxing his Beast Taming creature since before their departure.
"We're about to go on, just making it look nice."
Chen Xing finished the final polishing on the last part of Taotie.
Gently blowing on it, the surface was so smooth that not even a fly could land on it.
Under the room's lighting, Taotie's sleek body had an indescribable sense of fluidity.
"Cough cough cough, don't feel pressured, just relax, it's only an ordinary competition," said Wen Jin, placing his large hand on Chen Xing's shoulder.
He thought maybe Chen Xing was too nervous.
Chen Xing shook his head, "I'm not nervous."
