'Heiye is here... but isn't it a black panther? Why did it say "meow"?'
Fang Qingyuan followed the sound and looked up to see an elegant big cat sprawled atop one of the house's rafters. It was pitch-black, and its eyes shone with a bewitching, uncanny light.
Fang Qingyuan was overjoyed. No longer bothering to puzzle over whether Heiye was a cat or a panther, he immediately asked with great eagerness:
"Master Heiye, what flavors are you in the mood for?"
Heiye licked its lips and said:
"Nothing spicy, and nothing sweet. Something light will be just fine."
Heiye's tastes were rather simple. Jinbao preferred rich, sweet flavors, Yinbao liked things on the saltier side, and Situ Jingyu would eat absolutely anything. Even poison, once inside her stomach, would be incinerated by the furnace of her body and converted into nutrients.
