Of course, Thunderlight Hall had shops specializing in Messengers and food for Spirit Beasts. The prices varied wildly; even the well-off couldn't afford the good stuff. Damn it, Spirit Beasts were more pampered than people these days. Back in the day, even the most incredible Spirit Beasts were left to forage for themselves, and sometimes they even had to find food for their masters. But now? Now the Spirit Beasts were the lords, and their owners had to provide food, shelter, and even conversation.
The crops in Spirit Valley weren't ripe yet, so he sometimes let his Spirit Rhinoceros forage for its own food. But now that he was doing better, he could spare it the trouble of running all over.
When he arrived at Thunderlight Pavilion, the place, which was usually sparse unless there was some excitement, was unexpectedly buzzing with voices. And among them was a familiar one.
'Ugh, Zhao Guang is back.'
