Fat Head Cat sprawled at the doorway, its chin resting on the threshold as it lazily basked in the sun.
Its ears suddenly twitched. It slowly rose, stretched its two front paws forward, raised its tail, and gave a long stretch before stepping over the threshold and sauntering outside.
Its tail stood high like a flagpole.
Its four paws pattered along in tiny steps, making the fat all over its body jiggle as it headed out into the sunlight with its shadow beside it.
Fat Tiger lived a busy, fulfilling life every day, serving as the shop's security guard, greeter, night watchman, and more.
For example, it had just caught the scent of a stranger entering its territory. If the shopkeeper had not designated them as a customer, Fat Tiger had to clear them out. If the intruder smelled good, it would eat them; if they tasted bad, it would kill them and throw them into the mud pond. Petty riffraff could not be allowed to disrupt the shop's business.
As it walked, it revealed its true form as a colossal beast. The wind followed the tiger, whipping up a violent gale as it charged toward the fiend that had just emerged from the dense fog...
At the first-floor shop counter, Thousand-Household Officer Ge had already regained his composure.
He glanced back outside.
Then he looked again at the indifferent shopkeeper and stopped paying attention to what was outside, focusing instead on studying the treasured saber.
Expensive—extremely expensive. It said that the price was the most precious thing in one's heart, plus one hundred thousand taels of gold. It was strange. The moment he saw "the most precious thing in one's heart," he thought of his wife. That odd reaction sent Thousand-Household Officer Ge plunging into an ice cave. This