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The cat's gaze lingered on them for a long moment, sharp and inscrutable, before it disdainfully spun around, presenting its rear and letting out a sharp, warning hiss.
"They dare call this great ancestor ugly? Bold? Do they not see this perfection… even the heavens must weep at such ignorance."
Han Yan caught its words, and after a brief moment of thought, he slowly turned to meet the two curious gazes fixed upon him, trying to hide the flicker of amusement across his face as he prepared to give a reasonable answer even though he hadn't received one.
"The cat is in the midst of its molting season. Its fur will grow back soon just give it some time."
From somewhere deep in its gaze, Han Yan seemed to hear the cat's prideful thoughts: Pathetic mortals, so eager to peek at perfection. Clearly, they have much to learn about greatness.
Dong Hai, unable to restrain himself, muttered, "But… it's really ugly."
