"Hey, Ying Ming Hao, your Little Chicken Kun is getting sturdier by the day. How does that make any scientific sense?"
Ye Hua's eyes widened as she stared suspiciously at the chick before her, which had already grown to nearly the size of her fist, muttering nonstop.
Curious, she reached out a finger and gently poked its round little body. Its soft feathers felt so nice that she couldn't resist poking it a few more times.
Seeing this, Ying Ming Hao raised his chin smugly.
"Hmph, we cultivators should swim against the current and attempt what we know to be impossible!"
His voice brimmed with haughty confidence.
At his words, Ye Hua's expression instantly darkened.
"Hey, you brat, are you itching for a beating?
Are you taking a sneaky jab at me?"
Her gaze turned hostile as she stared hard at Ying Ming Hao, as though trying to catch some telltale sign on his face.
Ying Ming Hao's heart lurched, but he forced himself to look calm and hurriedly waved his hands.
"No! Aren't we talking about Little Chicken Kun? I wasn't talking about you!"
Inside, however, he muttered, I was talking about you!
Still, he went on.
"Look, when we first found Little Chicken Kun, wasn't it already sickly and looking like it wouldn't survive much longer?
We all thought it was done for, so we tossed it straight into the feed cart, planning to feed it to the other spirit beasts.
But what happened? That feed cart was several meters tall, yet it climbed out all by itself as though it were walking on level ground. Isn't that amazing?!"
Ying Ming Hao paused, seemingly overcome with emotion.
"We tossed it back in, thinking it couldn't escape even if it sprouted wings. But when a senior brother came