"Am I small?" Hua Ji asked as she inspected her body.
"Among foxes, you're considered big."
"Why would I compare myself to foxes now!"
"Hehe, as a spirit, you shouldn't forget your roots."
"Get lost!"
The black cat jumped off Hua Ji's body and approached the Naman King, who was sleeping soundly, saying:
"What do you think, if the Yan people arrive, and we directly tie up the Naman King and give him to the Yan people, won't our merit be even greater?
You've also nurtured a group of loyal people over the years, haven't you?"
"I've thought about it, but wouldn't that be too much?"
"Well, just take it all the way. You've done the first step; why hesitate on the fifteenth?"
"Seems to make sense."
As she spoke,
Hua Ji turned her head to look at the Naman King who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
It was apparent, he was very tired, very anxious, and under a lot of pressure.
But, because of her presence, he could sleep soundly in such circumstances.
