"Teacher..." Lin Yuan thought for a moment, then decided to be honest. "I've already promised Teacher Chen and Teacher Zhao I'd enter the Research Competition and the Spellcraft Competition..."
"If I take on another one, I'm afraid I won't be able to juggle them all and I'll let you down."
Sun Xingtian nodded. "Mm. I heard."
"But your little white cat doesn't have to enter the research or spellcraft competitions."
"It has plenty of time."
"The second-year Quality Competition isn't hard." As Sun Xingtian spoke, he looked at Baishi. "Doesn't your Still Spirit Cat want to crush all the other pet beasts its age and become this year's national Second-Year Freshman King?"
"Doesn't it want to bring glory to its Beast Tamer and make him the strongest second-year Beast Tamer in combat?"
"You know, pet beasts have wishes of their own. Why don't you ask what it thinks first?"
Sun Xingtian seemed to be speaking to Lin Yuan, but his eyes never left Baishi in his arms.
The moment Baishi heard it could bring glory to its Beast Tamer, its eyes looked ready to spit fire.
Lin Yuan could feel the Frenzy in its heart, too.
It wanted to go!
It had to go!
The older the ginger, the hotter the spice.
In just a few days, Sun Xingtian seemed to have figured out Baishi's personality.
Before Lin Yuan could speak, Sun Xingtian continued, "You don't need to worry too much. The key to this competition is training the pet beast."
"If you agree, I'll extend your little white cat's dedicated training until the competition ends—about ten months."
"And since this is a competition, the school will provide every resource your pet beast needs during training."
"What's more, if—and I mean if—you contract a second pet beast before the competition,