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Her prey collapsed as its leg finally failed on it. It lay there, in pain, but relishing its escape. She descended before it, her breathing unhurried. The look of pure terror upon the faces of the wicked were a balm to her soul. The rat cowered. The rat begged. The rat pleaded. ‘If the heavens wished for you to live, then you would have not met me.’
It was shameful to kowtow before a mortal, but it was a thousand times more shameful to keep her head high after they had done so much for her.
And it was absolutely hilarious to see her eyes bug out when she ate her first bit of rice. I remember the food at my Sect being pretty meh, so my food must taste like heaven. Fool. This is only the first form of my cuisine! Teriyaki burgers will flow! Poutine will flourish! I will master the Dao of Cooking, and all will fear my might!
