Ya Bao was far too easy to fool...
After Qiao Sang finished marveling over this, she saw Ya Bao plop down on the floor, press a paw against his own chest with great indignation, then pout harder and harder as his face darkened.
Qiao Sang had looked up the skill Tactile Power online before.
As proficiency and a pet beast's level increased, the further back in time it could see. And as long as its Mental Strength was high enough, it could even synchronize what it saw into its contracted Beastmaster's mind.
Not only that, once the skill was trained to a certain level, it could directly project what it saw from the past into reality.
Just like watching a virtual video.
The internet did not specify exactly what level of proficiency a pet beast needed to reach to accomplish that.
Psychic Type pet beasts were already rare, and pet beasts capable of using Tactile Power were even rarer. Even if some expert's pet beast had reached that level, they probably would not casually reveal it online.
After all, Tactile Power was a godlike skill for intelligence agencies, capable of perfectly replaying the course of a crime.
If someone with ill intentions learned exactly how far back it could investigate at each stage, they could easily use that information to devise more perfect criminal plans.
With Ya Bao's current Entry Level proficiency and Mental Strength, he still could not synchronize it into her mind.
However, judging by Ya Bao's expression, Qiao Sang guessed that he had probably seen why he was covered in water.
Otherwise, why would he look so sour?
Ya Bao closed his eyes and watched the scene that had just happened to him replay in his mind, unable to bear looking at it.
He had not felt