The women continued fawning over the red cat enthusiastically.
Qing Luan had already completely lost her composure and was currently crouched beside the railing while trying to tempt the cat over with pieces of dried spirit fish she had bought from a nearby stall earlier.
"Come here little one," she coaxed softly.
The cat stared at her lazily.
Then after a moment, it actually walked over with elegant little steps before allowing Qing Luan to scratch beneath its chin.
The woman nearly melted on the spot.
"Oh heavens, it's even softer than it looks!"
Xuan Qing quickly joined in as well, carefully petting the cat's back while smiling brightly.
Even Madam Cold Fang seemed strangely captivated.
Han Yu found the sight utterly surreal.
The terrifying Peak Dao Treading realm expert who could freeze armies alive was currently sitting calmly near the riverbank while gently rubbing a cat's fluffy ears with a surprisingly delicate expression.
