The damn cat's body is so tough that it seems like even ordinary Sacred Weapons can't hurt it, though its bites really don't hurt much at all.
When Yang Zhen saw the damn cat biting at him, he didn't bother with it. After hanging on his leg for a bit, the creature sensibly let go.
"Pah, pah pah... Goddamn kid, daring to trick your lordly Cat Master like this, but you have your schemes, and I have my traps. If you can master this Cultivation Method, from now on, I'll move around on my front paws!"
Seeing the damn cat cursing and looking as if it were gloating, Yang Zhen wore a hesitant look on his face. He probed the jade slip in his hand with his Divine Consciousness, and immediately felt his head spin and his brain swell, and he bellowed furiously, "Fuck, this is a Sacred Law! You dare to deceive your own Sao Saint?"
