One city after another.
A little cat with a cultivation level could visit so many cities over the course of more than twenty years.
Even when she had started out at the Qi Refining level,
that had been enough to carry her over mountains and across ridges.
In the images, the Tricolor Cat's eyes had gone from hopeful at first to utterly disappointed...
The years passed, one after another.
I watched her go out day after day to gather information, in the damp rain and through swirling snow.
At first, she asked the cats and stray dogs nearby.
But the cats and stray dogs were almost all animals that hadn't gained intelligence.
She asked and asked, but never got an answer.
In the end, she simply went to ask humans.
But she was only a cat, and she couldn't speak human language.
Clearly, there was no way for her to communicate.
At that time, the Tricolor Cat was strong and healthy, at the peak of her life. So she found a sheet of white paper, dipped her paw in some ink, and began to draw.
She was terrible at drawing.
After all, she didn't have hands of her own. What kind of portrait could she draw with a paw?
One sheet of white paper after another was thrown away, and the days kept passing.
At last, half a year later,
her drawing was finished.
And that very day, I left the lower realm.
I watched her expression grow more and more excited in the memories. With the blurry portrait—one only I, her daughter, could recognize—clamped in her mouth, she began asking one kindhearted person after another to identify it.
No one cared what a cat was thinking.
So she was driven away again and again.
I knew—she could no longer