Once his Soul Power had fully stabilized, Xiao Qing stood up and stretched his stiff limbs.
He held out a hand and focused his thoughts. Silver-gray light rippled across the surface of the Prism Ball, and a slender figure took shape before him.
The Phantom Cat appeared in the clearing.
It warily surveyed its surroundings, then fixed its gaze on Xiao Qing. A complicated emotion flickered in its purple eyes.
It remembered clearly that this was the human who had driven it into a desperate situation, bringing along the blue Wolf King that had left it helpless.
Xiao Qing crouched down to meet the Phantom Cat's gaze.
He looked at its silver-gray fur and thought of its ability to distort perception and create illusions. A name surfaced in his mind.
"From now on, your name is Phantom Night."
The Phantom Cat's ears twitched slightly.
It stared at Xiao Qing for a few seconds, as if savoring the name. Then it did something that took Xiao Qing somewhat by surprise.
It took two steps forward, lowered its head, and gently rubbed it against the back of Xiao Qing's hand, showing its closeness.
In the world of Soul Beasts, especially in the eyes of high-ranking Soul Beasts, submitting to the stronger was an ironclad rule.
Xiao Feng had defeated it in a head-on battle, displaying overwhelming strength. So, in Phantom Night's eyes, Xiao Feng was now its leader.
And Xiao Qing was Xiao Feng's master, so this bond of submission naturally transferred to him.
Thus, Phantom Night was rubbing against Xiao Qing's hand not out of affection, but in obedience to its instinct for survival.
Xiao Qing naturally understood what Phantom Night meant by the gesture.
He said nothing more. Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts already had their own intelligence and judgment. Xiao Qing