'Interesting. Two pets, one black and one white,' Qin Ziwen mused.
Qin Ziwen took out the Heaven-Reaching Fruit, seriously considering whether or not he should feed it to the little one.
"Home, calculate its maximum potential weight."
Home's small orb of light materialized.
[Esteemed holder of Level 4 Authority, the calculation function is a temporary feature enabled during breakthrough missions and is not currently active.]
Qin Ziwen frowned, looking down at the white Little Ice Dragon in his arms.
Then he glanced over at Black.
He decided to hold off for now. 'The little thing is so cute; I'd hate to turn it into an idiot.'
The fruit's side effects were pretty severe.
Black had eaten so much of it and was only just now slowly recovering. Sometimes he still seemed a bit dim-witted. Of course, that could just be a trait of the Tyrannosaurs species—there was a limit to their intelligence.
