Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the cheeky cat sneered and said, "Kid, you talk a good game. Why don't I see you making them pay a price right now?"
Yang Zhen glared and retorted fiercely, "Damn it, do you think they have anything good left on them?"
"Of course not. You've already tricked them out of everything," the cheeky cat rolled his eyes at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen grimaced and said discontentedly, "The fight can wait. Let me ask you, if someone dug up the relics of the Nine Dragons Great Saint's sect, do you have any way to get them back?"
"This..." The cheeky cat's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Oh, kid! No wonder you didn't kill those old fellows. You've set your mind on grave robbing. You really are shameless."
"Mutual feelings!" Yang Zhen shot back at the cheeky cat, "You're not any better."
The cheeky cat's eyes darted around, and he said to Yang Zhen, "Kid, guess what news I heard before you came out?"
