Jiang Yi was no fool, of course. The dried Spirit Fowl meat on the platter had been prepared specifically as an offering to the Supreme Venerable.
Xuanchanzi in the ruined temple clearly could not be the true recipient summoned by the ritual.
By elimination, that left only him and this kitten that had suddenly appeared.
"I'd sooner accept that I was the Supreme Venerable than believe five straight days of rituals had summoned a kitten."
The corner of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched, his feelings too tangled for words.
He was, after all, a cultivator of a Demonic Path Lineage. Surely he couldn't turn around and join the [Demon Dao]?
Granted, over the endless ages of the Jambudvipa Vast Land, there had indeed been True Persons and True Lords who cultivated the Demon Dao in human bodies.
But that was certainly not what Jiang Yi wanted.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, his expression remained unchanged. He simply took the wooden platter from his robes with composure.
He pinched a long strip of dried meat that had been frozen solid by the ice chest and offered it to the kitten's mouth.
At the sight of the dried meat, the round, amber-like eyes of the dingy black kitten suddenly lit up.
It first leaned closer and sniffed, its whiskers trembling slightly, then extended a tiny pink tongue and gave it a tentative lick.
Finding that Jiang Yi had no intention of taking it back, it gripped the dried meat with both front paws, tilted its head, and began nibbling.
"The Supreme Venerable is a greedy little kitten."
Jiang Yi's feelings grew harder still to describe. It looked nothing like a mighty figure who held sway over the Demon Dao, no different from an ordinary young animal.
While he was feeding the cat