"Success? That creature is only white-grade."
Kain dismissed the System Panel once he had a rough grasp of the lynx's abilities, his gaze lifting to take in the disappointment written plainly across the 9-star tamer's face—and echoed by the crowd behind him.
Outwardly, he shrugged. "White-grade for now. But not for much longer."
The 9-star tamer's gaze sharpened. "Explain."
Kain gestured casually toward the lynx. "All creatures I summon come from a subrealm." Kain reiterated the same cover story he'd continuously used to conceal Pangea's true origin. "However, whatever cultivation they had before is suppressed when they form a contract."
The lynx tilted her head, ears twitching and appearing extremely timid under the increased scrutiny, not at all reassuring those watching that she would contribute to the fort.
