After sending Wenpingzi off, Song You returned to the main hall. The young girl was still sitting on the stool, looking dazed—her mind dulled from eating too much.0

Yet, despite her blank expression, she kept her head tilted up, staring unblinkingly at the Daoist. At this moment, she couldn’t even transform back into a cat.0

There was simply too much food in her stomach—and if she tried to shift into feline form, her cat belly wouldn’t be able to hold it all.0

If she forced the transformation, she would probably end up looking like a perfectly round, three-colored ball.1

“What are you thinking about?”0

“I’m not thinking about anything.”0

“Oh?”0

Suddenly, the young girl stared at him even more intently, “I am Lady Calico’s follower.”0

“What?”0

“I am Lady Calico’s follower!” She repeated, her face completely solemn.0

“Ah, that.” Song You nodded and said casually, “You’re not wrong. Lady Calico is always quick and agile, always running ahead of me and the horse. If anything, I’m the one following Lady Calico.”3

The young girl sat up straight, her face serious. “Exactly! Right!”0

The young girl shook her head vigorously, snapping herself out of her dazed state.0

Then, as if nothing had happened, she shrunk forward, slid off the stool in one swift motion, and landed neatly on the floor—immediately setting about tidying up the table.0

Lady Calico was a reasonable being. She didn’t need anyone to teach her gratitude—she understood it instinctively. She had visited many temples and monasteries...0