Li Ping'an gazed at the layers upon layers of clouds outside.
They looked like cotton wool, like tofu, and like sheer gauze.
Beside him, Kitten curled into a ball and buried her head in her tail.
"What's wrong?" Li Ping'an asked.
"...Nothing~"
Kitten's voice was faint.
Seeing that she did not want to say more, Li Ping'an did not press her.
A little while later.
Kitten asked, "When are we leaving here?"
"Don't you like it here?"
"...I do."
"Then why ask? Weren't you quite happy the first couple of days?
If you're really bored, go out and wander around some more. Aren't there plenty of children willing to play with you?"
ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh.
Kitten heaved a heavy sigh.
"The Cat Immortal is too ashamed to face anyone anymore."
"Hmm?"
Li Ping'an glanced at Kitten.
Kitten did not want to speak again and buried her head even deeper.
Over the next two days, Li Ping'an and Old Ox felt they had written enough.
These things would serve as his gift, as a teacher, to celebrate his student's founding of a sect.
They prepared to leave, but did not tell Yan Shisan or the Octopus Swordsman.
That night, they shared another drink with them.
Without saying goodbye, they left early the next morning.
Kitten poked her head out of the pocket and spotted a few familiar faces-the children who had followed her around before.
After hesitating, Kitten chose not to greet them.
Kitten did not know.
Perhaps after this parting, they might never meet again.
By the time a disciple discovered that Li Ping'an was gone, it was already afternoon.
The disciple hurried to inform the sect leader.
Yan Shisan looked at the Scripture Pavilion, which had nearly doubled in size, then strolled through the Spirit Field.
All at once, he