The heavy "(Baike Quanshu)/"Encyclopedia" fell from the desk but was gently lifted mid-air by a soft force, floating to another bookshelf and steadily slotting into the gap there.
The Yellow Flowered Cat's soft fur bristled, resembling an angered hedgehog.
Mr. Wu's gaze shifted back from the direction of the museum.
He glanced at the irritable Flower Cat and said calmly, "This isn't the child's fault. When I saw those images in Yog's domain, I already knew… As a Little Wizard, he doesn't have the power to refuse gifts descending from higher dimensions. It's like raindrops descending from the sky, drenching the seedlings in the fields. The seedlings might know they are cared for by farmers and are not worried about lacking water, but when the rain comes falling, can they refuse it?"
"You could totally build a glass greenhouse to block those random showers." The Flower Cat smoothed its bristling fur, snorted disdainfully.
