Leaving the pastoral cottage, Ye Wushuang arrived at Juwang Valley.
"Junior Brother Ye!"
Qianling's light voice called out, as melodious as an oriole's song.
Perhaps because she had received the Elf Clan's inheritance at the Ninth Pass, Qianling had become even more ethereal, like an Elf Fairy.
The Dragon Cat's voice piped up with a WHOOSH!
"Hehe, gorgeous! Let Lord Cat feel the warmth of your embrace!"
The shameless creature said, diving straight into Qianling's arms with a look of pure bliss. He didn't forget to shoot Ye Wushuang a provocative glance, as if to say, 'Lord Cat has the guts. What about you, kid?'
Ye Wushuang sneered at the Dragon Cat. 'Give that thing an inch, and it'll take a mile!'
"Kid, Lord Cat isn't afraid of your threats! The beautiful Qianling is already at the Yun Dao Level. From now on, Lord Cat will stay by her side, and you won't be able to bully me anymore!"
The Dragon Cat said with a long-suffering expression.
