Yuan Ming drew his long sword and hurried to the side of the silver cat.

At this moment, he could feel the occasional bird calls and beast roars coming from all directions, and the ground was also faintly trembling, indicating that the effect of the beast-attracting incense was gradually taking effect.

"How are you, Xiying?" he asked repeatedly, carefully examining the silver cat and even patting its head.

This was the first time the silver cat allowed him to touch her body, and her fur felt soft and smooth.