Sizzle!
A sound of lard crackling filled the air, the enticing aroma quickly spreading.
"Oh, boy, bring the food to me, can't bear it anymore, aargh, how is there such delicious food in this world?"
Yang Zhen slapped away the paw of the mischievous cat and reprimanded: "What's the rush? We've just started!"
The mischievous cat scoffed, looking at the three Void Cultivation Stage powerhouses seated underneath, waist akimbo, pointed at them, saying: "Hear that? We've just started. You guys better start vomiting blood soon, otherwise, when the food gets cold, it won't taste good. The sin would be all yours."
Oh yo!
Yang Zhen looked up in surprise at the mischievous cat, couldn't help but praise: "Naughty cat, 666, that's some slick move, you rascal!"
He wasn't interested in infuriating the three old men further, he was genuinely hungry and wanted to eat, but to his surprise, the naughty cat was quite in sync with him, volunteering to handle it.
