Under the night sky, amid the impassioned sounds of a violin, Qiao Sang and the Crowned Meow locked eyes, a fateful encounter unfolded.
The next second.
The Crowned Meow flicked its tail and walked away.
Qiao Sang: "!!!"
"Yaobao! Chase!"
Qiao Sang leaped gracefully, flipping onto Yaobao's back.
"Ya!"
No sooner had Yaobao heard his Beast Tamer's command than his limbs tensed, ready to sprint. But just as his left front leg started to move, it seemed to remember something and retracted it.
"Ya?"
Who are we chasing again?
Qiao Sang: "..."
"The one up ahead with the short legs that's walking away—and carrying a bag!" Qiao Sang exclaimed loudly, pointing at the Crowned Meow, which was elegantly striding into the distance.
"Ya!"
With a bark, Yaobao indicated he had locked onto the target.
He crouched slightly, scraping the ground twice with his right rear leg.