After the ritual was complete, she suddenly regained her awareness of her surroundings. Just as Li Piaoqing was startled and about to draw her sword, a paw had already pressed down on the back of her hand, and the calm voice of Black Cat echoed in her ears, "Don't move."
Li Piaoqing indeed did not move again.
As these words settled, she was struck by another reality.
In her sight and touch, the soft and bouncy paw of the black cat was transforming clearly and quickly into something else. Tough, delicate, sleek, sharp...the sensation of jade and divine iron's chill hardness formed on the back of her hand, and the stunningly beautiful claw came into view. But before the girl's shocked gaze could follow the line of the claw upward, the divine object had already floated away from her body.
The weight on her shoulder lightened, and Li Piaoqing turned her head abruptly, only to see a streak of graceful qi mark in the night sky.
