Tang Mo scanned the ranking list from top to bottom, finally finding her name at number 44.
Her rank had dropped again.
But it was clear to Tang Mo that this wasn't what Qin Ling was talking about.
On the leaderboard, a small golden icon had appeared after Tang Mo's name. It stood out among all the other names, making it impossible to ignore.
Tang Mo took a closer look at the golden icon next to her name.
Qin Ling and the others couldn't make out the design of the icon, but Tang Mo could.
It was a super-miniature version of a little fox—the spitting image of Jingjing.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
Tang Mo had been silent for a long time, and Qin Ling was getting anxious.
"I'm fine. That's my Beast Pet."
"Beast Pet? You tamed that little thing that was with you?"
Hearing the words "Beast Pet," Qin Ling quickly put two and two together, remembering the Little Fox that had always been by Tang Mo's side.
