Lear looked at the imposing giant white cat before him, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Not sensing any danger from it, only then did his mood slightly ease.
Seeing the cat licking its lips, his look subtly shifted as he took out the freshly picked Green Dragon Grass and slowly extended it.
The oversized white cat let out a soft "meow" in surprise.
It stepped forward in two strides, rolled its tongue, and swallowed the Cat Grass directly.
It began to chew slowly.
Satisfaction appeared in its eyes.
Then, looking at Lear, it let out a gentle meow, as if... praising him.
Lear sensed this emotion, his expression turning a bit strange.
Goodness, praised by a cat?
This... is interesting.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the Attribute Panel.
But unexpectedly... it was all question marks.
The white cat had no information.
His heart tightened, and his perception spread out.
But... it was a blank.
The white cat ahead seemed not to exist at all.
It was ethereal and elusive.
