Because the lethal wound that killed the leopard-silhouette vicious beast was a sword thrust by Zheng Ming into its head, the skin of the beast was virtually unmarked. Holding it in his hands, Zheng Ming noticed that the fur could still change colors continuously.
After taking a deep breath, Zheng Ming glanced at the little gold cat and found that the kitten, sized no bigger than a fist, had at some point settled down and was soundly asleep on the ground.
The sleeper's posture, devoid of any hint of ferocity, was filled with an adorable charm.
Regrettably, despite its seemingly innocent appearance when motionless, this little creature was vicious in a fight. Although Zheng Ming was uncertain of the exact relationship between the small gold cat and the beast, he decided it was best not to keep such a dangerous little thing.
