She paused, genuinely puzzled. "I don't remember forming a contract with you."
"Master," Black explained patiently, "when you became the master of the Ring of Chaos, the contract was already established."
Zora was startled. Her doubt deepened. Everyone knew that a cultivator could normally only contract a single beast.
"I… contracted three beasts?"
Black's eyes curved into happy crescents. "Master, you are the owner of the Ring of Chaos. You're not like ordinary cultivators. There's no limit to the number of beasts you can contract. The stronger you become, the more you can have."
A sharp light flashed through Zora's eyes, hearing those words.
She had only learned this today, but the implications were enormous. No limit on contract beasts?
That was far too convenient.
A faint smile bloomed on her lips like a clear lotus. When she first contracted with Shihtzu, her only regret had been his apparent lack of combat ability.
