With nothing else to do, Chen Lin visited Chen Qiaoyun's residence. His eyes brightened slightly as he watched the little chicken flutter into the air.
He had assumed it was flightless, just like a domestic chicken. To his surprise, it could fly, and its feathers now gleamed with health and vigor.
The only blemish on this otherwise perfect picture was that it still looked like a chicken, dashing his dream of riding a spirit beast through the skies.
Everyone else rode cranes, eagles, dragons, or phoenixes. Surely he couldn't soar through the air standing on a chicken? If word got out, he would become a laughingstock.
Fortunately, it was a rooster. Had it been a hen, the sight would have been even harder to stomach.
"Second Grandpa, why don't you give him a name?"
Chen Qingying pointed at the little chicken as she spoke to Chen Lin.
Then she stepped forward to pick him up, only for the little chicken to turn unexpectedly fierce, puffing up his feathers and refusing to let her touch him.
"Hmph, you little ingrate! All that care I gave you was wasted!"
Chen Qingying was furious. Before her Second Grandpa arrived, the chicken had let her hold him. But the moment he appeared, the little creature turned hostile and wouldn't let her so much as touch him.
Chen Lin smiled and beckoned to the little chicken. With a delighted chirp, he fluttered onto Chen Lin's hand and rubbed his little head against his palm affectionately.
Chen Qingying couldn't help rolling her eyes. What a bootlicking chicken!
"Yes, he does need a name."
Chen Lin nodded and began thinking.
This was his first spirit beast. He had to give him an imposing name.
After some thought, he suddenly said, "How about Xiong Ba?"
He felt the