In the waiting room for battle, the other people looked at Chen Xing with odd expressions on their faces.
"What are you doing?"
In the room, Chen Xing crouched on the ground, seriously using sandpaper to polish the back of the Taotie.
"Waxing, while giving it a shine as well."
"..." The three people beside him were a bit bewildered.
Including Kuang Shiyi, who was also silent for a moment.
Because Chen Xing had been polishing and waxing his beast companion since before setting off.
"We're about to make an appearance, just making it look a bit more handsome."
Chen Xing thoroughly finished polishing the last part of the Taotie.
He blew lightly, and its surface was so smooth that not even a fly could land.
Under the indoor lighting, the Taotie's polished body had an indescribable sense of fluidity.
"Cough cough cough, don't feel pressured, relax, it's just an ordinary competition," said Wen Jin, his large hand resting on Chen Xing's shoulder.
