Even the little black cat that was snoozing on Jun Wu Xie's lap could sense the thick hatred coming from all those hate filled stares. It opened its eyes and looked at its calm mistress.
Jun Wu Xie's face did not show any emotion and it was calm as if carved out of stone.
The little black cat covered its eyes with its paw. From another perspective, its mistress' reactions were almost the same as an autistic child.
Before the little black cat could finish lamenting on its mistress' oblivion to others, one of the youths had already stepped out and was walking towards Jun Wu Xie.
"The one that Master Gu chose, is it you!?" The youth still refused to give up and could not help himself but to ask.
Jun Wu Xie raised her head slowly and looked at the aggressive youth before her. She merely gave him one brief glance before she lowered her head once again to return to stroking the little black cat.
