The black cat's emerald eyes fixed on the figure outside the hall, meeting a pair of beastly eyes, deep purple ringed with gold.
"Tsk, you came the moment I mentioned you. So easily—what passage between the two realms has been opened up now?"
"I am only temporarily lodging my soul here to say a few words."
Zhao Ziyue rose, then sat cross-legged on the floor. His rapidly swelling face and blood-smeared mouth made him look wretched and ridiculous, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the presence that had already occupied his soul.
"I do not expect much from you over here in the Northern Wastes. For now, there is only this one matter. The sealing power of the Profound Arts stands unparalleled beneath the heavens. I would like to see how much of Tai Xuan's skill you have inherited."
The black cat snorted and bared her sharp teeth. She had originally intended to refuse outright, but after a second thought, she drawled lazily, "Fine. Leave them here. I'll deal with them."
Though she said so, she was calculating inwardly. Today, she would first take another nap, then get up and play with Nine Lives for a while, then sleep her beauty sleep, go out for a stroll, come back and rest... As for those two, she would deal with them eventually. Whenever would do.
A low laugh sounded from Zhao Ziyue. "Many thanks! In that case, I have just obtained a batch of Rakshasa intelligence, fairly up-to-date... from roughly ten days ago? Once you have completed the sealing protection, I will transfer it to you as payment."
At those words, a ghostly gleam flickered in the black cat's emerald eyes.
"Ten days ago?" The Rakshasa Ghost King was mercurial and acted without any discernible pattern. To keep track