Jun Wu Xie stared after Jun Wu Yao's departing back and sat down silently on a chair with the little black cat in her arms.
"Under the skies, I think only you dare to speak to that Demon King in such a manner." The little black cat said as it lay in Jun Wu Xie's arms, slowly licking at its paws.
[Make Jun Wu Yao offer a gift in compensation and apologise? How utterly bold!?]
Jun Wu Xie might not have noticed it, but it had seen it clearly. No matter whether it was Qiao Chu, Hua Yao, Fei Yan, Rong Ruo or Fan Zhuo, all of them had all without any exception, acted like mice upon seeing a cat, not even daring to breathe loudly before Jun Wu Yao.
