Deep within the Magical Beast Mountain Range, not far from the Amethyst Winged Lion King's cave abode, stood a clean and tidy thatched cottage.
"Little lion, come here!"
In the open space before the cottage, Yan Qingshan beckoned the little Amethyst Winged Lion King over. Surprisingly, the little fellow, whose lion eyes had been hostile toward him just days ago, immediately scampered over at his call.
Yan Qingshan fed the little Amethyst Winged Lion King the prepared potion from the jade bottle. The little fellow lay half-sprawled on the ground with its eyes narrowed, letting out happy rumbling sounds. The purple crystals on its body glowed, and its aura improved slightly.
"Kid, you really have a way with magical beasts. This little fellow wanted nothing more than to bite you to death two days ago, but now it gets ridiculously excited whenever it sees you."
Eight-winged Black Serpent Emperor White Fang could not help sighing at the sight. To ensure the little Amethyst Winged Lion King would not be taken back early, it had kept the little beast under its watch these past few days and had personally witnessed the change in its attitude toward Yan Qingshan.
"Most magical beasts don't have such complicated thoughts. If you treat them well, they'll naturally be friendly to you. Whether you can maintain that relationship, though, is another matter."
Yan Qingshan gently stroked the little Amethyst Winged Lion King's head as he examined its condition from top to bottom. First, he held its head and checked its teeth, then its claws.
"Turn over again!"
After checking the little Amethyst Winged Lion King's claws, teeth, and body, Yan Qingshan patted its rear. The little beast gave a purring cry, completely relaxed as it rolled over and exposed its belly for Yan Qingshan to inspect.