Inside the blacksmith's shop, Seeing that Yang Zhen had restrained his aura, the Tawny Cat approached him with an uncertain look. "Kid, did you really invent a martial skill?"
Yang Zhen sneered, "Is creating martial skills that difficult?"
"That difficult?" The Tawny Cat bulged its eyes, jumped onto the table, and stared at Yang Zhen, "Kid, don't act so smug just because you accidentally created a martial skill, do you know…"
"I'd like to correct you. It's not one but two. I created one when I was small!" Yang Zhen stated casually, glancing at the Tawny Cat.
The Tawny Cat turned around to leave. Yang Zhen was puzzled and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Damn it, can't you boast a bit more reliably? Two martial skills, who do you think you are, the Chosen One?" The Tawny Cat didn't even turn its head, "Even the Chosen One wouldn't dare to claim that he could create two martial skills in his lifetime, let alone at the Nascent Soul Stage?"
