She had always thought the Cat Clan and the Fox Clan possessed unmatched beauty by nature, but to her surprise, this human was even more attractive.
The Clan Leader's grandmother would often scare her by saying that humans were rough and ugly, and their behavior lacked any semblance of decency—completely different from what she saw now.
This human in front of her was far more beautiful than any Celestial Fairy or Fox Clan prince...
Like Wen Xiao'ai, Jun Moyan was also stunned at this moment.
His gaze shifted from initial shock, to disbelief, and slowly to delight.
He had never believed in spirits and gods, so naturally, he wouldn't take the suddenly appeared cat at his door for a ghost of it.
Although he was puzzled about this cat, which was supposed to have been carried away and buried in white robes but was now at his doorstep, his composure and insight were sufficient for him to accept the reality of it being alive again.
Could it be that the drunk had made a misdiagnosis earlier?
Now that he was sober, he had rescued it?
Jun Moyan snapped back to reality, pressed the cigarette butt into an ashtray nearby, then walked out from the balcony into the room and turned on the wall light.
The dark room instantly became bright.
Throughout, Jun Moyan's actions were very gentle, as if he were afraid of scaring away the little thing at the door.
As the room's light was restored, Wen Xiao'ai's eyes, which radiated a ghostly blue glow, returned to their original deep blue.
It was indeed these eyes.
Jun Moyan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, a joy that was hard to articulate swelling in his heart.
Though the delight was faint, it lifted the mood of his gloomy night.
He looked at the little bundle at the door, and his thin lips parted:
"... Little one, come here."
Infatuated, Wen Xiao'ai heard the voice and suddenly snapped back to reality.
This voice, this tone... It was exactly like what he had said in the hospital, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
This voice was really pleasing.
Influenced by some enchantment, Wen Xiao'ai instinctively took a small step forward, but then suddenly remembered what her people had said.
"Humans love to mistreat small animals the most; the clothes they wear are all stripped off from little foxes; those fox demons scattered in the lower Human Realm eventually get captured by humans who skin and flay them alive."
"They also especially like to eat small animals, roasting and frying them, utterly cruel—it's absolutely irredeemable, worse than the great demons of the Demon Realm, little princess, you must never fall into human hands; otherwise, you'll surely die."
"But... we also eat meat, don't we?"
"... That's different; it's the law of survival... Just remember, little princess, what we tell you is not excessive alarmism meant to scare you; you absolutely must not go to the Human Realm, and if you accidentally encounter humans, you must run."
"Why should I run? My mana is so strong; who can hurt me? If they dare disrespect me, I'll catch them and feed them to the big fish."
"Little princess, you must not do such a thing."
"Our mana cannot be used on humans; once we disrupt the natural law and disturb the order of the Seven Realms, it will bring divine retribution; any mana used against them that causes harm will ultimately bring the consequences back upon ourselves."
"Otherwise, what do you think is keeping the weak humans safe and sound? Moreover, our mana is limited in the Human Realm; many abilities can't be used at all."
"I see, but they are hunting small animals, why don't they face retribution?"
"How can they not? Once they die and their souls go to the Netherworld, they'll know what retribution is. Do you think the eighteen levels of hell are just a myth?"
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