"You're only first tier, yet you already need second-tier demon beast meat. Once you reach second tier, won't you need third-tier meat? Where am I supposed to get that? I'm afraid even spirit stones won't buy it. Good thing you don't need it every day, or sooner or later you'd eat me out of house and home," Wang Yu muttered, tossing the last lump of meat in his hand into Little White's mouth.
After swallowing it, Little White's eyes showed an almost human satisfaction. Little White rubbed its head against Wang Yu's calf, then turned around and lay back down on the stone platform.
A moment later, Little White closed its eyes. As soft snores came from its mouth, a wisp of blue mist naturally streamed from its nostrils, enveloping its body and beginning to condense into layers of pale blue ice.
In the blink of an eye, a huge ball of ice identical to the previous one had formed once more on the stone platform.
Looking at Little White inside the ice ball, Wang Yu's expression held a trace of worry.
Little White had become like this because it had swallowed the wisp of flood dragon essence blood from the short horn.
At first, he had hesitated over whether to do so, but a conversation with Uncle Li had dispelled his concerns.
According to Uncle Li, spirit beasts had fortunes of their own as well.
Little White had unexpectedly survived two mutations, so swallowing flood dragon essence blood might truly stimulate a change in its bloodline. Moreover, this wisp of flood dragon essence blood had come from a demon python in the qi refining realm, so it could not cause a backlash against Little White itself.
Wang Yu had originally considered refining this wisp of flood dragon essence blood