Zhao Yuan lit another stick of Soul-Stabilizing Incense to help Liu Zhu and the other two sleep soundly and recover their strength. Then, he fumbled in the dark for a cardboard box and placed it next to the White Cat. "Hey, little kitty. I'll buy you a proper bed tomorrow. For tonight, just make do with this box."
The White Cat meowed softly twice, extended its pink tongue to lick his hand, and with a light leap, jumped into the cardboard box.
Zhao Yuan patted the White Cat's head, lay down on his own bed, and closed his eyes. But instead of sleeping, he activated the Concentration Technique, pulling up the Traditional Chinese Medical Theory recorded in the Information Leaf, and began to study with ravenous hunger.
In the darkness, the White Cat poked its head out of the cardboard box. Its eyes, flashing with an eerie green light, locked onto Zhao Yuan and didn't move for a long, long time.
