The little white ferret used its snowy tail to roll out two cans of frosty drinks from that double-door metal box, then nimbly jumped back to the edge of the sofa and handed the two iced drinks to Shiayar with its tail.
"Well done, Silver. I'll add a chicken leg to your dinner tonight."
"Ying Ying, Ying (Master, do you think a single chicken leg can win over the 'Boundary Snowy Plain Ferret' who has already reached a Half Step Divine Spirit Body?)"
"Ying, Ying (At least two, no, make it three.)"
"Three it is then."
"Ying!"
Satisfied with Shiayar's response, Silver let out a soft "Ying" and turned into a stream of silver light, contentedly returning to Shiayar's Soul Pact Space to continue its slumber.
As a Pet Beast connected with Shiayar through a Soul Pact, it naturally knew how much that five hundred years of sleep in the Abyssal Depths had improved Shiayar.
