"Fang!"
Fire Fang Dog ran over excitedly, stopped in front of its Beastmaster, pointed at the sky with one paw, then at the direction where the red flames had just fallen. It gestured animatedly.
"Fang Fang!"
"Fang!"
Still standing there dumbfounded, Qiao Sang watched as Little Treasure Hunting Ghost floated before Fire Fang Dog, its face full of admiration.
"Xun!"
"Xun Xun!"
"Fang~"
Fire Fang Dog could not stop the corners of its mouth from lifting.
It raised its right front paw and waved it palm-out. Though the gesture meant "not at all," its bright black eyes stared expectantly at Little Treasure Hunting Ghost.
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost clearly understood what Fire Fang Dog truly wanted and praised it with even more enthusiasm.
"Xun Xun!"
"Xun!"
After quite a while, Qiao Sang's brain finally began working again, racing at full speed.
Why had it succeeded?
Logically speaking, there was no way it should have learned it so quickly. This learning speed was completely unscientific.
Of course, successfully using a skill once did not mean it had mastered it.
Perhaps some fleeting opportunity had allowed it to succeed. There was a high chance it would still fail to use it afterward.
But that did not apply to Fire Fang Dog. With the Golden Finger's effect, any skill it had successfully used once could thereafter be performed with a one hundred percent success rate.
But what had been the trigger for this success?
Talent alone seemed too mystical an explanation. This was a High-Level Skill—there had to be some other reason.
Qiao Sang reviewed everything that had happened that day. Other than running a marathon, Fire Fang Dog had not done anything else.
Could physical training make it sense the energy in its body more clearly? Or did the potential stimulated by