Little Treasure Hunting Ghost was different from Fire Fang Dog.
What Fire Fang Dog cared about was becoming stronger. When it came to training, no matter what she said, Fire Fang Dog trusted her unconditionally.
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost, on the other hand, had a stronger desire to explore new things and was more curious. Back at Liugan Creek, whenever it encountered bugs or birds, it would follow them to observe them up close.
Even the first time third aunt cooked the fish it had brought back, it had followed her into the kitchen to watch.
Although Little Treasure Hunting Ghost had yet to begin training in the true sense, Qiao Sang could already tell from correcting its Teleport movements that it had plenty of ideas of its own.
It would not rest until it had farted.
"Xun."
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost pointed at its butt again, then pointed outside.
"I know you want to Teleport farther away, but that isn't something you can achieve by farting. It relies on mental intent." Qiao Sang deliberately emphasized the words "mental intent."
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost seemed to understand, then turned its head to look toward its own butt.
"Xun?"
Qiao Sang: "..."
"Because you're a Ghost Type creature, your entire species can't fart. Ya Bao was born able to breathe fire, but it can't float in the air like you can. You were born able to float, but you can't breathe fire like Ya Bao."
"That Multi-Spiked Seahorse you saw that could fart underwater also can't float through the air like you. And you can't stay underwater like it can."
"Everyone is different. That was decided from birth," Qiao Sang said.
She had explained this issue several times before and had even looked up the body structures of Ghost Type pets