Bai Zhou's heart abruptly skipped half a beat, and the body held up beside Fang Xiaoxia's cheek stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Had she discovered him?
What, were her eyes extraordinary? Could she see things that others could not?
Bai Zhou recalled an Evening City Story that had left a deep impression on him.
It was still about that psychic archmage who had traveled west in search of the Dharma Sutra. He had three Black Robe disciples, and his eldest disciple possessed a pair of special eyes that could always see strange Evil Spirits invisible to others. Yet in truth, those were all things the demons wanted him to see.
Because of this, the eldest disciple had encountered no shortage of danger and brought countless calamities upon the Red Robe Archmage. Fortunately, in the end, the archmage used the Black Robe Dharma Sutra to cleanse every last one of those Evil Spirits.
The warning this story offered the people of Evening City was that they must not let demons beguile their eyes so easily. They had to preserve room for independent thought. To be seduced by demons would invite Black Robe's punishment—a true case of setting oneself on fire.
Right now, Bai Zhou very much wanted to tell Fang Xiaoxia that story, to tell her that knowing too much was not the behavior of a wise man—
But he was certain that Fang Xiaoxia could not have identified him. Otherwise, she would not dare hold him this close.
His thoughts spun rapidly, and Bai Zhou ultimately chose the response most suited to the situation.
The next second, the little cat looked utterly bewildered.
It seemed as though its mind had wandered off somewhere. No matter how Fang Xiaoxia approached or inspected it, it remained unmoved. Its clear eyes were empty. *I don't