Looking at how she coddled the cat as if it were her ancestor, Baili An knew that even if he lost all his cultivation, he could probably roam freely and live a carefree life in the Demon World as her pet.
But at the same time, he would forever be imprisoned by her side, only as a pet to be stroked and played with, never able to go anywhere else.
Baili An's purpose in the Demon World was Mi Lu, and naturally, he did not wish to follow her.
He meowed twice, his paws struggled and scraped against the fabric of her sleeve, and his fur stood on end as if in defiance.
Afraid that his message was not clear enough, he even began to use Ning Feiyan beside him, gazing at her with light blue vertical pupils, his eyes brimming with a ring of watery tears, pitifully begging.
With ears drooping pathetically, his soft calls were endlessly plaintive, melting anyone's heart who heard them.
He displayed the loyal appearance of one who would rather die than leave his owner's side.
