"Whoosh!"
Idle-Fishing Boy's tiny figure lunged forward, twisted in midair, and landed steadily, then turned to look behind him with great wariness.
The speaker proved to be the old Daoist from that day.
He was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone, looking at Idle-Fishing Boy with a beaming smile.
Once he saw who it was, Idle-Fishing Boy's tense expression relaxed a little.
The cat could tell at a glance that this old man was extraordinarily formidable.
The cultivation method he practiced was rather unusual, making his perception in this regard sharper than that of ordinary demon cultivators.
Although there was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power from the old Daoist, that very absence made him seem all the more unfathomable.
Then again, if this old Daoist had wanted to harm him, he could simply have had Phoenix Bird throw him into the sea earlier. There would have been no need to do it himself.
Besides, that forked branch belonged to the old man to begin with.
Having come for the forked branch under cover of darkness tonight, he had long since prepared himself to encounter its owner.
Thinking of it that way, there was nothing to fear.
"Please don't take offense, young friend."
The old Daoist spoke with a chuckle.
"I was only afraid you would swallow that Great Sun Bodhi whole, and I would have to save you. Too much trouble."
The old Daoist looked kindly and approachable, but the cat still did not dare step forward.
He simply stood where he was, tilted up his little face, and asked earnestly, "Why would you save me?"
Idle-Fishing Boy felt that, to those important figures, whether a little cat yao lived or died probably did not matter.
By rights, there was no need to save him.
How did that human