No one was aware, to Kua Hu and Que'er, the Cheap Cat was an existence that could shake the whole cultivation world with one stomp, cover the sky and sun with one jump, and invoke a violent windstorm by simply blinking, even across thousands of miles. He was an ancient ancestor of the Demonic Race, which had lived for tens of thousands of years.
That damn Cat was quick-witted, and in an instant, he figured out what was happening. Kua Hu and Que'er had come from Thunder Lustre Hellfire and had interacted with Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen must have boasted about him once again.
"There's no way I can ignore what you're performing," the Cheap Cat now wanted to sing a song, a cheap song that Yang Zhen thought of him!
Seeing the rest of the Demonic Race and others in a state of doubt, even most of them suspecting, the Cheap Cat softly cleared his throat, gestured to Kua Hu, and said, "Kid, come over here!"
Damn it, dare to doubt me, this is unacceptable?
