The Big Black Cat was quick-witted. As soon as he saw the change in the white-robed men's eyes, he knew what was happening.
"You tiny Coffin Carriers, trying to make waves under my, your master's, watch?" Big Black Cat sneered inwardly.
"I am truly near death... I beseech you, venerable ones... take me to the Dragon Cave." Big Black Cat clutched his heart, speaking in an extremely feeble voice.
To make his act convincing, he deliberately put on a longing expression.
If he could be buried in the Dragon Cave, there would be a chance for a second life. Who wouldn't want that? Any person on the brink of death would want to achieve this.
"Could it be that we really misjudged the situation just now?" the leading white-robed man mused aloud.
"I don't think we were mistaken. Perhaps this fellow has some strange illness. Once it acts up, he might just end up like this," another white-robed man said.
