In the quiet study, Fang Qingyuan stared at the small wooden sword, lost in thought. Beside him, Jinbao lay at his feet, rolling over out of sheer boredom and exposing its fluffy belly.
'In Jinbao's opinion, its master was great in every way. The only problem was how he was always getting lost in thought for ages at a time. Of course, things would be even better if he didn't force it to cultivate and gave it delicious Flower Nectar every day.'
'The thought of Flower Nectar made Jinbao's mouth water. It hadn't had any for several days now. Did its master see it slacking off? Was he angry?'
At this thought, Jinbao peeked furtively at Fang Qingyuan. Seeing that Fang Qingyuan wasn't paying attention, it nudged its body closer to his feet and rubbed against his calf, hoping to get his attention.
