[Mistress, it seems bad in here.]
Black mist seeped out of Jun Wu Xie's body into a ball and coalesced into the agile little black cat. It jumped onto the soft bed and swished its furry tail furiously, looking like it was trying to dispel the bad smell in the air.
"It's just the heavy smell of death." Jun Wu Xie said dismissively, a smell she was extremely familiar with. Dissipated from the rotting bodies under the surface, the scent of death gradually blossomed here. The Hidden Cloud Peak looked on the surface to be a place exalted and revered, but hidden underneath, was mysterious deaths, unseen, unknown.
[That hideous monster must have been up to no good.]
The little black cat had seen Ke Cang Ju clearly when it hid within Jun Wu Xie's body, and he had looked absolutely horrendous.
Jun Wu Xie was silent and sat quietly in the chair.
