Although Mister Mili had given up on using Truth Serum and switched to a Quill Pen capable of detecting lies, it was still a compromise of sorts.
Yellow Flower Cat twitched its ears and chose to accept the outcome.
After all, it was only a Little Rat. Even if it worked at Zheng Qing's shop, there was no need to argue with the Alliance's old wizards over it—or over that great fraud, Rat Immortal.
With that thought, the tabby flicked its tail, turned around, and vanished into the sunlight. In the blink of an eye, it was back on the windowsill of Sanyou Bookstore, two doors down.
Everything in the shop remained exactly as it had been when it left that morning.
Even the bookstore owner's snoring kept its usual rhythm, as though not even the sky falling could wake him. Yellow Flower Cat leaped up in irritation, transforming into a streak of yellow light and landing heavily on Mister Wu's chest.
Bang!
The fine dust kicked up by the impact blossomed in the morning light, swept in every direction by the airwave raised by the cat. Yet a moment later, the bookstore owner's long, steady breathing seemed like a pair of invisible hands, smoothing the surging airwave into soft little breezes that drifted all around.
Not a single row of bookshelves was knocked over.
Only a few pages and the hems of several robes fluttered.
Yellow Flower Cat gave a dejected snort, raised a paw, and viciously planted it on Mister Wu's chest, stomping twice as it roared:
"Your student is about to fall into depression, and you still have the heart to sleep here?"
The snoring stopped.
The bookstore owner lifted a hand, removed the book covering his face, then flicked the tabby into the air. Looking at