Being called "Good-for-Nothing Xiaogang" to his face, how could Yu Xiaogang, who cared so deeply about saving face, endure it? He spun toward the source of the voice, ready to curse—but the words caught in his throat.
He saw a sight he could hardly believe.
Compared to half a year ago, Luo Sanpao's purple fur was now even more glossy and lustrous, carrying a faint golden sheen.
No longer squat, fat, and round like a pig, its body had begun developing toward that of a small colt—its abdomen tightened, limbs lengthened, and its overall lines became sleek and sharp. Its back arched slightly, giving off a sense of power ready to burst forth.
"Y-You're Luo Sanpao?" Yu Xiaogang greedily stared at the purple-gold little beast before him, his pupils widening slightly.
A thought flashed through his mind. I never expected that brat Qian Ren Shuang to actually raise it into something worthwhile!
"Fuck you, you piece of trash so arrogant you even look down on your own family!" the purple-gold little beast cursed without mercy.
Its voice was louder and more forceful than before as it introduced itself. "My new master, Qian Ren Shuang, gave me a new name—Purple-Gold Windchaser Colt! I have nothing to do with you anymore, so don't call me by that filthy name!"
"Shut up! You're not allowed to insult Xiaogang!" Seeing the man she loved being cursed to his face, Liu Erlong angrily rebuked it, her face livid.
As for Tang San? His personality might have been extreme, but he was not blind. The situation before him was crystal clear—Qian Ren Shuang's practical achievements regarding "detached martial souls" had plainly surpassed Yu Xiaogang's pile of theories that remained on paper.
For the first time, Tang San began to distrust Yu Xiaogang's title as the "foremost