It was hard to imagine that Yuan Shan, who couldn't even fry an egg, could raise a cat until its coat was so sleek and glossy.
Fu Qian sized up the black-and-white cat, which looked to weigh about ten pounds. It showed no reaction to his scrutiny, keeping the back of its head turned toward him the whole time.
Su Gao had brought this up for a reason. She wasn't questioning Chief Yuan's kindness; she was reminding him that there was a fourth person here.
That was right. In Fu Qian's view, the odds that the person on the floor was named Henry were well over ninety-nine percent.
The Old Man had actually turned into a cat!
The question was, why had he turned into a cat?
After Henry gave up tracking Fu Qian last night, Levine had taken over almost seamlessly. In theory, this turncoat was no longer of any value to Rainbow of Yao Bian.
And once Levine had stopped Fu Qian, everything had been under control. It had no need to send Henry to report to the Night Watchers or anything like that.
Besides, judging by Su Gao's reaction, the Night Watchers really didn't know about Fu Qian's dealings with this master and disciple.
It couldn't have been a casual punishment, could it? It was hard to imagine Rainbow of Yao Bian being in the mood for that after last night's exchange.
As a newly advanced Second Order, Fu Qian could sense that the person before him hadn't merely changed shape.
His rank was still intact, but the Old Man was clearly caught in a particularly strange distortion, leaving one to wonder whether he could still fight.
"Looks like you've been taking good care of it."
Out of respect for his elders, Fu Qian ultimately didn't call