The Informant’s Address

When Wang Ling returned home that night, he saw Loopy Toad's yellow skintight exercise uniform in the bamboo basket in the garden.

Loopy Toad had been cultivating quite diligently these two days. After dedicating itself to continuously cultivating the "Basic Dog Skills" which Little Silver had given it, it was already becoming more and more familiar with the art.

When Wang Ling pushed the door open, he saw Loopy Toad and Sheep, one dog and one person, lying down in the same pose, as if they had already fused with the floor.

Wang Ling: "…" What are you doing?

Loopy Toad sighed. "Cultivating is tiring, I'm probably a crippled dog now."

Sheep sighed. "Being a training partner is tiring, and I was grazed today; I'm probably a crippled sheep now."