"Meow~"
The calico cat meowed and gently licked its paw.
Other cats were also lounging around, unnoticed by the passing locals.
Fatty Lin found the scene peculiar, "It's strange, how come there are so many cats in Yangzhou now? I didn't see this last time."
To be honest, there was no unusual aura coming from these cats, but they all belonged to the Mystical Sect, knowing that all things have causes, and strange occurrences are omens.
"Are you folks new to Yangzhou?"
Seeing them not disembark, the old boatman adjusted his bamboo hat and smiled ingratiatingly, "There are many cats here, we've grown accustomed to it, and there's a tale about it."
"Oh?"
Sha Lifei grew interested and tossed a piece of broken silver, "Tell us about it."
The old man caught it eagerly and tucked it into his chest before starting his story.
