บท 112: Chapter 110: The Art Style Begins to Bewitch

Zhao's Valley, Ancestral Mansion.

The peach blossoms, induced to bloom by spiritual techniques, blossomed throughout the four seasons.

Under the peach blossom tree.

Yulan wore a white blouse, leaning on an oval stone table. In one hand, she held a small white porcelain bowl filled with white milk.

With the other hand, she used a spoon to feed the little white cat, the size of a palm, lying on the stone table.

"Xiao Miao, be good, eat a little more."

Yulan spoke softly to the little white cat like coaxing a child.

The little white cat rolled over, revealing a round belly, and even patted it with a fluffy little paw, indicating that it had eaten enough.

"Husband said you've been imprisoned by bad people for twenty years and were restricted from growing by secret techniques. You haven't even had a sip of milk from a young age until now.

If you don't eat more now, you might never grow again."

Yulan, both persuading and threatening, extended the spoon again.