187 LITTLE ANCESTOR'S NAME

LUO YAN lifted up the small black fox.  The feel of its fur was so soft that he had to resist the strong urge to squeeze it.  He lifted it up until both of their eyes were in the same level.  

[Did you just speak?] – he asked inside his mind, because he was sure that this fox just spoke to him the same way.  If ever he was right and he spoke to it in a normal way, then that would only look like he was having a one-sided conversation.  Which he didn't want to show to anyone.

[Yesh, Mashter.]

[How can you communicate this way?]

[Becaushe Mashter and I have a connection.]