Sikong Wang finally ate those two starch sausages.
Not for any reason, but because Qian Qi was staring at his starch sausages so intently that her eager little hands seemed to say, "If you don't eat them, then I'm helping myself."
This fueled his innate desire to fight for food as a person.
After finishing the grilled sausages, Sikong Wang finally got down to business, "Hey, fellow Qian Qi, I see you're pretty good at dealing with beasts. My contracted beast hasn't had an appetite lately, can't seem to eat anything. Can you take a look?"
"Oh?" Qian Qi perked up at the mention of a contracted beast, "What kind of contracted beast?"
"I have a contract with a D-level Ghost Leopard, not very common, and I've seen quite a few veterinarians without success."
Ghost Leopard, Qian Qi had seen this breed in "Magic Beast Study," a compulsory textbook for freshmen in the Magic Beast Department and Beast Taming Department. She had borrowed it to study from senior Su Xingle.
