Chapter 153: The Jianghu and the Painter
On Willow Street, inside a small building, the Daoist opened his eyes.
A cloth ball, about the size of a steamed bun, flew through the air. The cat leaped up and caught it steadily, then brought it back.
Initially, the cat was running toward the woman. But upon seeing the Daoist open his eyes, it immediately changed direction and walked over to him, placing the cloth ball on his lap.
“Look at you, how heartless. What a waste of the time I've spent playing with you for so long!” Heroine Wu pretended to be angry, though her tone was light-hearted. She then turned to the Daoist and asked, “What were you doing just now?”
“I just went to handle a small matter,” the Daoist replied, picking up the ball from his lap and tossing it.
Heroine Wu, curious, asked, “Did the Grand Commander’s estate send someone to deal with you? Were they planning to fight you with spells?”
“You’re quite perceptive, heroine.”
“Don’t use the same words you use to coax the cat to try and charm me.”
“It’s a habit.”