"Twenty percent?"
Mo Xueling, who had been silent behind Hua Youyue and the little Daoist fool, suddenly widened her eyes and stepped forward, lifting up the Cheap Cat.
"You're saying Yang Zhen only has a twenty percent chance of successfully crossing the tribulation?"
The Cheap Cat was left hanging, nodding its head.
Mo Xueling glared, "Are you crazy, bastard? Is twenty percent even considered a chance? You... You've practically killed Yang Zhen."
The Cheap Cat mumbled, "This respectable one also didn't expect Yang Zhen to be so monstrous, to have actually attracted a Sky Ghost. I originally thought it would only be an Ash Tribulation at most."
"Ash Tribulation?" Upon hearing the name, Mo Xueling's mouth twitched, and she abruptly tossed the Cheap Cat away.
The Cheap Cat swung its tail in mid-air and safely landed, muttering something and looking at Yang Zhen with some concern.
