"Why not just keep this thing? I think the cat you've turned into looks much better than me," Zheng Yichen stroked the white cat's head.
"I have no use for this thing here. You'd better keep it," the white cat spoke.
Zheng Yichen didn't refuse and continued walking forward while holding the cat that was Katrina, strolling by the lake. There were quite a few people walking around here at night, and the area around North Lake was much safer compared to the southern forest, even though swimming was prohibited at night. Still, people are alive, and there will always be some who don't believe in superstitions and want to take the challenge.
His vision was good, and he could see a huge shadow in the lake, but judging by its size, it obviously wouldn't come to shore because it would certainly run aground.
