Yuan Ming pulled out his sword and hurried over to the silver cat's side.
At that moment, he could feel the intermittent calls of birds and roars of beasts from all directions, and the ground was also trembling slightly, showing the gradual effect of the Beast Attraction Incense.
"Xi Ying, how are you doing?" he asked repeatedly, carefully examining the silver cat and even stroking its head.
This was the first time the silver cat had allowed him to touch her body, and the feel of her head was soft and compliant.
The silver cat crouched on the ground, allowed him to stroke her, then tilted her head to look at him, and then said, "Meow…"
Meow?
Yuan Ming was slightly stunned, then frowned, sensing something was amiss.
In the silver cat's eyes, the usual spark of intelligence and pride was gone, replaced by a gaze that seemed to belong to the instinct of a spirit beast.
She even allowed him to touch her, what had happened to the silver cat before him?
