11:40 a.m.
Villa.
Living room.
The Xianbao Butterfly was casting its Wave of Peace on Yaobao, as usual.
"Ya Ya…"
Yaobao's expression immediately turned dazed.
Even after several days of training, its resistance to the Wave of Peace remained at zero.
Qiao Sang sat on the sofa, flipping through the contact numbers of the staff from the Beast Tamer Star Tournament two days ago.
They had called, hoping she would accept an interview after the competition.
She recalled that the call came in the afternoon—the number was... As Qiao Sang's gaze locked on a particular line of numbers, an unfamiliar call suddenly appeared on her screen.
Qiao Sang paused for a moment and chose to answer.
A mature female voice came through the speaker:
"Hello, is this Miss Qiao Sang?"
Qiao Sang made a light sound of acknowledgment and asked, "And you are?"
