That sound was weak and frail as it reverberated within the hollow tomb, but the sound sent chills through one who heard it and the little black cat got so frightened it immediately fainted, falling right off Jun Wu Xie's shoulder. Fortunately, Jun Wu Xie was quick enough and she caught the falling cat in her hands.
Seeing the little black cat fallen dead unconscious within her arms, words failed Jun Wu Xie that would express how she felt at that moment.
As a spirit body itself, frightened into a dead faint from a mere soft squeak, how much more "humeowliating" it could be. (Translator Note: sorry, couldn't resist. Forgive the impunity with words.)
Poppy then moved like another red flash of lightning as he returned through the dimly lit walkway.
When he stood still before Jun Wu Xie, Poppy was holding something unidentifiable in his hand.
