"Big Bro! I don't want this low-grade junk!"
Wang Zicheng looked at his younger brother's flushed face. The boy's thin shoulders trembled with agitation, and he was twisting the hem of his neat school uniform into wrinkles.
The Little Cyan Snake on Gu Ming's shoulder suddenly raised its head. Its cyan scales shimmered with a strange metallic luster under the light, its yellow, vertical pupils fixed on the boy who had scorned it.
Cyan Treasure noticed the expressions others had missed. The moment that boy entered, he looked surprised, then awkward for a few seconds. After his brother startled him, his surprise turned into a rage that flushed his face red.
"It's a mutant."
Wang Zicheng frowned. "As long as it breaks through to One-star and trains in some Combat Skills for a few months..."
Before he could finish, his brother cut him off with a stomp of his foot.
"Everyone in Class Two is using Pet Beasts with three or four-star Potential!"
