The black gemstone cat shook its head.
Looking left and right, with a confused expression.
It didn't know why it was here.
A few seconds ago, it was still squatting under the cat fruit tree, playing poker with the big fox and the white jade cat—this competitive yet limited intensity game was very suitable for the three of them—but in the blink of an eye, it somehow appeared at the edge of a cliff, being blown by the cold wind!
Moreover, it seemed like something just hit it?
It lifted its paw and touched its forehead.
There was a leaf of a sycamore tree there.
This leaf was a gift left by the teacher on Zheng Qing's birthday—the teacher originally wanted to send him on a high-dimensional journey, but he ultimately refused.
Intuition told the black gemstone cat that the recent impact was definitely related to that leaf.
Compared to the black gemstone cat, who couldn't see its own forehead, Zheng Qing had fewer doubts.
He saw it clearly.
