The shell of the magic beast egg was as smooth as jade, covered in a faint, milky-white halo that made it appear ever more sparkling and translucent. Touching it felt like caressing a young girl's cheek—delicate and silky.
Ling Xiao took it out every day, set it aside, and used his Spiritual Power to sense it. At first, he got no response at all.
After a few days, Ling Xiao began to feel the little creature inside hesitate. It seemed to want to get closer, yet it also seemed a little afraid; with every mental touch, it would quickly dart away.
A few more days passed, and Ling Xiao could now communicate freely with this little thing, sensing its various emotions. The feeling was particularly wondrous.
