After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Bu Fang walked out of his room and went down the stairs. Whitey stood idle in the same place, as usual. Ever since it devoured Yan Cheng's God Slaying Bow, it had been in a daze, as though it was evolving.
Bu fang wondered how much Whitey's battle prowess would increase after the evolution. No matter what, it should wake up much stronger than before.
After rubbing Whitey's belly lightly, Bu Fang entered the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, a ray of golden light shot toward him at high speed and landed on his shoulder.
After landing, Shrimpy rolled its eyes and blew bubbles from its mouth.
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled upward as he glanced at Shrimpy. He then rubbed its head before beginning his morning practice.
Sizzle. Sizzle. Sizzle.
Soon, the kitchen was filled with steam, and a pleasant aroma filled the air.
