"Tian Lin said he's not here for the secret realm. Do you think he's lying?"
Wang Yanyu reached out to take the cat handed over by the maid Zhuang'er. This cat was different from the last civet cat.
The previous civet cat wasn't a spirit beast, but this black cat, though young, already held a faint aura of a demon beast.
At this moment, the black cat nestled obediently in Wang Yanyu's arms, allowing her to stroke its fur, unlike its wild and untamed nature when it was with Zhuang'er.
"Judging by Young Master Tian's demeanor, he doesn't seem to be faking. But if he's not here for the secret realm or the immortal relics, why come to Beiyed County?
As a True Disciple of Wenda Sect, isn't there anywhere else he could cultivate? Moreover, I've never heard of cultivating through farming."
