First Lower Realm.
Twelve noon.
With my daughter in tow, I strolled down the crowded street with elegant, catlike steps.
"Mom, you're drawing too much attention."
Yang Xiaomao wasn't shy around people.
It was just that way too many people were looking at her now.
No matter where we went, people turned to stare.
Behind us.
Ye Qingxian nearly ground her teeth to dust.
How dare these people get the chance to see Junior Sister's real face?
She had only seen it two or three times herself.
Ye Qingxian turned into a gloomy, vengeful ghost again, twisting and crawling around in the shadows. In the end, she decided to go all out and restricted everyone's communications devices. Anyone who tried to take a picture of Junior Sister was left with nothing but a blank image.
Ye Qingxian chuckled to herself. She finally felt a lot better.
Yangyang still didn't know that somewhere in the shadows, her mother was doing something utterly shameful. She spoke again, trying to explain, "Aren't too many people looking at us?"
At that, Ye Qingxian's eyes lit up.
She watched Junior Sister with eager anticipation, waiting for her answer.
That was her sweet little darling for you—always knew just what to say.
There really were too many people.
"Not... really?" I licked my paw pad elegantly. Still, I respected my daughter's wishes, releasing a wave of Spiritual sense that erased my daughter and me from people's awareness. We became like stones they'd seen countless times before, and the image of two adorable cats vanished.
The girl in the shadows let out a sigh of relief.
Ye Qingxian wasn't acting this way because she was angry.
She just couldn't stand being treated unfairly.
Put another way, it was simple enough.
Junior Sister had barely let her see