Life was like the water of the Vortex River—it seemed calm, but flowed on day after day.
After the outing, Yang Qi's life returned to its usual routine.
During the day: feeding, cleaning, training, and observation logs.
At night, when he wasn't cultivating, he completed the coursework assigned by Song Chunfang, read thick professional journals, and mulled over how to combine modern animal behaviorism with the art of beast taming, writing one insightful report after another.
The system's lottery was always a small daily diversion. But as the autumn wind grew colder, the mosquito population dwindled, causing his Contribution Point income to plummet.
Even with the Four-winged Cold Kun hunting during the day and the earnings from the Demon Extermination Array at night, he was only making three or four hundred Contribution Points a day—barely enough for three or four lottery draws.
The prizes had mostly returned to the usual fare.
