The cat was stumped by the question.
She tilted her head, contemplating who she really was, a question she had pondered many times over the past seven hundred years.
Seven hundred years ago, when the distortion arrived, a group of people awoke to something in advance.
Evil Fallen awakened to Mutation Entries, humans to Sequences.
She had become an Evil Fallen long ago.
Evil Fallen could usurp each other's powers by devouring one another. Nie Chongshan had thus obtained entries such as Siren's Song and fragments of the Traveler.
And she, too, had killed someone.
Wu Jiu's language was very respectful; he was well aware that this cat was a creature of legendary status.
Perhaps no weaker than those of the Well Level.
"Can't I just be a cat? Meow..."
The cat, spoke.
Wu Jiu was somewhat helpless, "I too wish I hadn't noticed your identity, but I am clear about myself, or rather, I am clear about the capacity humans have to endure. Without you, I would have died many times over."