But this little cat simply did not care, acting as if everything was usual and insignificant.
As Sky Stealer felt unconcerned, his admiration for Feng Yin grew. A fairy is indeed a fairy, even if reborn and re-cultivated, his mere house cat can still disregard hierarchy, stepping on prince's feet, laughing at the Demon Emperor. If that's not the grace of a fairy, then what is!
A mere prince of the Demon Emperor, who cares if he is stepped on or kicked?
The Bear Empress looked at Feng Ying, furrowing her brow: "This...this is..."
Feng Ying, looking disdainfully at the Bear Empress, calmly groomed his own beard, completely fearless and even a little contemptuous.
The snowy claws were just a meat pad on Feng Yin's head, but when slightly lifted, a sharp chilling light flashed with them.
"Honorable doctor, this cat of yours is..." The Bear Empress evidently noticed something.
"Nothing but an average house cat."
