The pea-sized candle flame flickered to life once more. It wavered in the cold night wind, adding another layer of sinister horror to the already eerie scene.
Zhao Yuan lit the candle and was just about to stand up when the White Cat suddenly darted to his side. It dipped its head and plucked the Fire Spirit Insect right out of his pocket.
"This is bad."
Zhao Yuan turned to see what was happening and panicked.
The White Cat was a devoted carnivore. While it usually ate small animals like sparrows, mice, and snakes, there was no guarantee it wouldn't eat the Fire Spirit Insect. What's more, the little guy was incredibly shrewd. It could tell the quality of something at a glance and would only eat the best. Back in Jinling, it had even eaten a Qi-containing antique.
