The old spirit was indifferent; he had no memory, didn't know his past, so naturally didn't know where he came from or why he formed a spirit body. He didn't care about any of this—if it's gone, then it's gone.
But the old black cat couldn't let it go, and it was worried because if Lin Qinghuan absorbed the old spirit's aura, she would become even more powerful.
And having fought her before, naturally, he would be targeted for revenge by her.
Instinctively, the old black cat felt that a spirit like Lin Qinghuan shouldn't be allowed to grow stronger, otherwise the slightly intelligent animal and plant spirits like them might suffer.
So the old black cat waited obediently by the roadside for Gu Qiaoqiao to come.
Because it knew that perhaps only this little fairy could eliminate that evil spirit.
Yet it also worried that Gu Qiaoqiao might not keep her word, and if she didn't come, they truly had no way out.
