Chapter 89

No wonder the white cat was incensed. During her critical juncture of near-fatal injury, she had no choice but to transform and relinquish her form to her sister, who shared the same physique but harbored different intentions.

Thus, she entered a deep sleep, slowly convalescing. However, each time she descended into slumber, she'd sense her sister in jeopardy, compelling her to remain vigilant. What if she failed to rouse from her slumber?

Were it not for the fact that the white cat would perish if she reverted to her true form, she would have perished at her sister's hands.

Nevertheless, the laborious task of refining her sister's talent was taxing for the severely injured white cat, who found herself in a precarious mental state.

"Sister?" Rosie wasn't entirely certain she had a sister, but she instinctively trusted that the white cat wouldn't deceive her. "I've been spending time with Master recently."

"What sort of game could pose a mortal threat... Hold on!" The white cat's voice
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