Ji Shi felt intimidated by the little girl's gaze, but he couldn't back down. "It's not my fault your brother is so likable to our family's revered ancestor. Out of curiosity, I tested his blood and actually discovered something."
Nanzhi now knew that some cat slaves' brains were indeed a bit sick.
"Your brother has a special kind of spiritual power," Ji Shi said, a hint of envy in his voice. "I can't precisely describe what kind of spiritual power it is. Though it has been recorded in history, this power is close to nature."
So that's why his noble master liked that sickly little brat so much.
Upon learning this, Ji Shi grew even more envious and, driven to madness, considered extracting the spiritual power contained in An Yunhuai's blood, hoping to create something like catnip. He longed to be fawned over and begged for affection by the kitty.
