Madam Shijimi did not overthink it. Following Ye Fan's instructions, she closed her eyes as well.
Over and over, she silently repeated in her heart: Little Tiger, Little Tiger, Little Tiger...
As for the attendants serving nearby, they followed suit. None of them even dared breathe too loudly, afraid of becoming scapegoats.
Time passed bit by bit.
Suddenly, Madam Shijimi's body trembled. She felt as though her will had somehow connected with Little Tiger.
The sensation was difficult to describe.
It was as though she could sense Little Tiger's emotions.
"Madam, it's done. You can open your eyes now."
Ye Fan's voice sounded at that moment.
Madam Shijimi had yet to recover from that mysterious feeling, so when she opened her eyes, she looked somewhat absent-minded.
"Alright, everyone can open your eyes now. The ritual is over," Ye Fan said to the others.
The attendants hurriedly opened their eyes and curiously looked at the large gray cat on the table, then at Madam Shijimi.
Judging by appearances alone, nothing had changed.
Was that all?
Could it have failed?
More than one person had such thoughts, but no one was foolish enough to speak up at this time.
"Madam, how do you feel now?" Ye Fan's gaze returned to Shijimi.
Madam Shijimi's eyes seemed to regain their focus.
"What a strange feeling. For a moment, I felt like I was dreaming," Madam Shijimi said with an astonished expression.
Ye Fan smiled faintly and bluffed, "Madam, it was your love for Little Tiger that allowed the ritual to succeed. There should now be some kind of connection between you and Little Tiger."
"That's right, that's exactly how it feels. It seems like I can suddenly sense Little Tiger's emotions..." Madam Shijimi said hurriedly.
"Madam, try talking to Little Tiger now and see