Uncle Ju confirmed that there was no danger to himself and gradually became more arrogant. He circled around the sword scabbard twice, and after realizing that this old enemy was indeed powerless now, he smacked the handle of the sword with a slap.
"Take that for chopping me in the past, for the thrill you got from slicing me up! So pompous! Let's see you be pompous now, meow!"
"Eh eh, Cat Master, that's enough!" Liang Yi quickly stashed the sword back into the backpack, seeing that Uncle Ju really seemed ready to settle old scores with Yuan Zhou, and hurriedly pulled him away to cool off.
Uncle Ju blew his whiskers and glared at Yuan Zhou, throwing a few fierce words at him, not caring at all whether the sword was still there or not.
"Sister apprentice, is this the descendant of the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits that you saved?" Su Youyi's beautiful eyes were fixed on the adorable little beast. She had been there when Elder Qing entrusted the task to Yu Liangyi.
