Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Chapter 460: The White Temple

The silence of the White Temple shifted.

Then slowly, the platform changed. The solid, unmoving white stone... began to shimmer.

At first, it was faint...barely noticeable.

But within seconds, the entire surface rippled like disturbed water, soft waves spreading across it as if the stone had turned into a deep, endless pool. It no longer looked like something one could stand on.

It looked like something that would swallow you whole.

As if, The moment anyone stepped onto it...They would drown.

Swish...

The air twisted sharply. A figure appeared.

"Ahhh..."

A lazy voice broke the silence.

"Finally... I am back here."

A man stood upon the shimmering platform, completely at ease as if the strange, dangerous surface beneath his feet meant nothing at all. In his hand, he held a large fan made from the wing of an unknown beast, gently fanning himself with slow, relaxed movements.

"How could someone be so restless..." he muttered with a soft sigh.

The fan lifted slightly, hiding the lower half of his face.

Only his eyes could be seen, sharp, narrowed, and observing everything.

He glanced around once... then paused. Realization flickered across his gaze.

"...I appeared on the platform?"

A faint click of his tongue followed.

"Tsk."

"If the old man finds out I dared to use this place..." he murmured under his breath, his tone carrying a hint of amusement rather than fear, "...would he kill me?"

The question lingered in the quiet air. But he didn’t wait for an answer.

"Tap... tap..."

His footsteps were light as he turned, stepping off the platform as if nothing had happened. The moment he moved away, the rippling surface slowly stilled, returning to its original cold, solid form.

The man waved his fan lazily once more.

Then, He walked toward the distant forest and disappeared.

"Who is going to tell him...?"

A low chuckle echoed faintly in the air.

"Hahaha..."

And just like that, Silence returned to the White Temple once more.

Not far from the White Temple... just beyond a stretch of quiet land and scattered trees...

A group of beastmen had gathered.

They rested beneath the open sky, their presence strong yet calm, as if they were simply passing through. Some sat on the ground, others leaned against rocks or trees, their sharp senses quietly observing the surroundings.

At the center of them all sat a woman. She was beautiful.

Dressed in soft, flowing clothes made from the finest material...so rare that in the beast world, such cloth would be fought over without hesitation. The material moved gently with the wind, light and smooth, almost like water.

But it wasn’t her clothes that drew attention.

It was her presence. Which was calm, quiet, and serene.

She sat there without moving, her gaze lifted toward the sky, her eyes distant as if she was looking at something far beyond what others could see. There was no expression on her face, only a soft stillness... like a lake without ripples.

She wasn’t doing anything. Just... sitting. Lost in her own thoughts.

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