“Whatever I eat, it eats too! I’m a pretty good master, huh?”
Hearing this, Zhou Ming could only shake his head speechlessly before picking up his own barbecue skewer, quietly watching the amusing scene before him.
That one-meter-tall little black pig was the Ferocious Beast Wang Yan’s father had prepared for him.
Though it looked silly and adorable, it was indeed a Ferocious Beast—just still in its juvenile phase.
The reason for choosing a juvenile beast was that they were cheaper and easier to implant with a Spiritual Seed.
The downside was that they required a long period of nurturing.
However, once matured, this Ferocious Beast would be formidable.
According to the Compendium of Ferocious Beasts, an adult Tusked Battle Boar could grow over three meters long.
Its skin could temporarily harden, giving it top-tier defense among low-ranked Ferocious Beasts.
Its half-meter-long tusks were the hardest part of its body, capable of piercing armor with ease.
In frontal combat, few beasts of the same rank could withstand its charge.
Based on what Zhou Ming knew about Wang Yan’s family, the money spent on this beast probably emptied the savings his father had accumulated over years of business.
“So, how did that thing I asked you to check out go?”
Once Wang Yan finished feeding his precious beast, Zhou Ming set down his food, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and finally asked.
“My old man handled it. Turns out he’s still got some pull.” Wang Yan said as he took out an envelope and handed it to Zhou Ming. “Everything you wanted is written inside. Luckily, it wasn’t any top-secret stuff.”
“Thanks.”
Accepting the envelope, Zhou Ming sincerely thanked him. After all, without the right connections, even simple information could be nearly impossible to obtain.
“Don’t be so polite.”
Wang Yan had helped Zhou Ming not only because of friendship, but also to repay him—back in the library, Zhou Ming had encouraged him to study and even guided him in meditation practice.
At that time, Zhou Ming had already condensed his Spiritual Seed, and his insights had helped Wang Yan a great deal.
Otherwise, with his temperament, even with his father’s threats, he would have taken much longer to make his breakthrough.
“Tonight, you’re drinking with me! The old man says me becoming a Beast Tamer is a blessing from the ancestors. Says we shouldn’t even dream about being Professional Rank Beast Tamers—just take over his business and get ready for the grandkids. Can you believe that nonsense?”
Hearing Wang Yan’s grumbling, Zhou Ming immediately understood what he meant. It wasn’t true frustration with his path—it was just that he hadn’t had enough fun yet.
“Come on, drink up—and don’t forget your little piglet.”
Zhou Ming laughed, raising his bottle.
“Keep talking and I’ll have my beast ram you when it grows up.”
“By the way, what’s your beast?”
Since Wang Yan had helped Zhou Ming, he naturally knew Zhou Ming had also become a Beast Tamer—but not what his beast was.
“Don’t bother looking—it’s a snake. A venomous one. Want to see it?”
“No thanks—let’s just drink.”
The moment he heard it was a snake, Wang Yan’s least favorite creature, he backed off immediately.
The two of them kept drinking and eating barbecue, not bothering to discuss anything else.
It wasn’t until late at night that they finally parted ways.