The cheap cat clambered onto Yang Zhen's shoulder, crawled up along the iron chain, and Yang Zhen cursed continuously as they went along.
"Damn, what kind of binding is this that I can't even use spiritual power? Did the Tri-Floral Saintess have to climb up too to seal this guy here?"
The cheap cat cackled maliciously, teasing Yang Zhen as he spoke, "Kid, you elected to come up and find this out yourself, who are you blaming? Besides! How do you know that there is something good up here?"
Yang Zhen sneered, turned his head, and said. "The Sao Saint just heard the guy above talking to me, believe it or not?"
"Believe!" replied the cheap cat in dead earnest, nodding its head. "Believe your big-headed ghost! Even though so many people have not heard it, and you alone have heard it, even if it was a secret transmission, don't think you can whisper in front of the honorable me. Even though I can't make out what is being said, whether something's said or not, I can still sense it."
