On that somewhat overgrown hillside, the battle between a cat and a mouse was decidedly uneventful.
The fat grey mouse, self-proclaimed as the Wild Mouse Immortal, was repeatedly rubbed fiercely against the hillside by the orange cat.
Cats naturally overpower mice, but this Immortal seemed to have always pretended otherwise, never realizing that it was only a hundred years into its cultivation, whereas Da Huang was already a thousand years in. If they were in a story, they would be on the same level as Bai Suzhen.
Li Qing lay down calmly on the hillside and said to Qin Wenjun, who was watching with utmost seriousness, "While they're fighting, why don't we have a battle too? This hillside is a bit gloomy, but there are warm spots in the sunlight, and it's very secluded, perfect for doing something big."
Qin Wenjun's playful scolding came with a smile, "Those two have become spirits, and you want them to watch you without feeling ashamed?"
