Night fell.
Qiao Sang finished her shower and brought Yabao to the training ground.
She resumed her usual routine, running five centimeters above the ground.
Not long into her run, she lay back on Yabao’s soft fur and suddenly had a thought.
She propped herself up and turned her head, a hint of worry on her face.
"This time, don't suddenly run off into the sky without saying a word."
"Ya!" Yabao replied cheerfully.
It didn’t particularly care about grabbing stars, only wanting to please its little master.
If Qiao Sang said not to grab, then they wouldn’t.
Training was more important!
Feeling relieved, Qiao Sang lay back down.
“Xun~”
Xunbao Gui, the little treasure spirit, perched on its master’s stomach, gazing up at the starry sky without blinking.
After spending so much time together, Qiao Sang came to understand what Xunbao Gui liked.
It enjoyed pretty things, particularly little trinkets.