Chen Fan frowned, "You're chubby and your head is round, how about I call you Roundy?"
The orange cat gritted its teeth, "No way!"
Chen Fan helplessly said, "Fine, I'll continue calling you Sect Leader... but your powers have been sealed, and you're half-dead now. If someone hears me calling you Sect Leader..."
"If your enemies or someone from Nightmare Hall happens to find out, a random thug could come and squash you to death. Think about it."
"I'm only at the Grade 2 Realm, I can't protect you."
"When you get squashed to death, don't blame me."
The orange cat's face showed a struggle, "Then, call me Little Orange... no, Roundy is better."
"No, it's still better if you call me Little Orange... Oh, Roundy should be better..."
After mumbling to itself for a while, the orange cat suddenly fell silent, tilting its head at a forty-five-degree angle to look up at the sky with a pained expression on its face.
What has become of me...?
