In a tranquil and silent stretch of water, Pei Ye gently descended with a somewhat sluggish Black Cat and leaned against a large stone.
Since transforming into a cat form, Black Chi had never been so depleted.
Pei Ye gently caressed its ears; he himself was almost drained, with very little True Qi remaining.
Cool water weeds brushed against his cheek, he pulled a bunch to wipe the seared blood on his skin, "Are you alright?"
"Just a minor wound." Black Cat licked its drooping paws, stained vividly with blood.
Pei Ye sat cross-legged, struggling to compose his overwhelmed body: "Tell me, how could such a person have enemies in the Great Ming Palace?"
Black Cat, licking its paw, said nothing.
Yu Sicheng indeed seemed like an iron wall.
Abruptly and overpoweringly blocking their path, cutting off all threads leading deeper into the truth.
