As expected, the gentleman was not in the bookstore.
Zheng Qing was now able to calmly face this minor setback.
"Don't ask me, I don't know either!"
The Yellow Flowered Cat sprawled on the windowsill of San You Bookstore, lazily basking in the moonlight, eyes barely open, covered in a faint, ethereal glow, looking very relaxed: "The world is so big, there's nowhere he can't go... Besides, I'm not the one keeping him, why ask me about his whereabouts..."
Before it finished speaking, a chopstick-thin, golden bolt of lightning shot out from the void, striking the Yellow Flowered Cat's forehead with a crack, sending tufts of singed, curly cat fur flying and quickly filling the air with a burnt smell.
"Yow!!"
The Flower Cat let out a tragic cry, jumping three feet high on the spot, and upon landing, raised its paw to point furiously at the air, seemingly preparing to utter some fierce words. But after a few stabs into the air, it ultimately withdrew its paw shakily.
