She felt as if she was trapped in the jaws of a primordial beast, which could chew her into powder with but a gentle bite. Cold sweat seared down her smooth and pale back.
Mew~
Suddenly, the sound of a cat's meow echoed around, and all murderous auras vanished just like that. The sense of looming danger, as if being on the cusp of being chewed and swallowed by a beast, disappeared too.
In shock, the cold-hearted female cultivator surveyed the surroundings. From the corner of her eyes, she thought she saw the silhouette of a small black cat. But when she turned to look, there was nothing - only the harsh stone walls and deep, dark shadows.
"What was that?"
The female cultivator no longer had the mood to cultivate. She quickly stood up and began inspecting the room inch by inch, especially the place where she thought she saw the cat. But she found nothing. Despite this, she refused to believe that what she saw was an illusion. It was far too real, how could it be an illusion?
