"The Swallowing Sky Cat Demon of this generation turns out to be an Orange Cat, how odd,"
the old master sat in the courtyard, his hair gray with age, his eyes carrying the color of vicissitudes.
Despite his casual demeanor, the aura he exuded caused Lu Zixun's scalp to tingle.
"Ding—detected love value from Yang Guohong +7000."
Upon hearing Yang Guohong's first sentence, Lu Zixun's face was full of black lines, and somewhat speechlessly he said, "Elder Yang, it's not nice to start off by dissing someone like that."
"Diss, what does that mean?"
Yang Guohong looked at Lu Zixun with some confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant.
"..."
Lifting his paw and tapping his head, Lu Zixun grinned and repeatedly said, "It means to praise, just praising."
"Look at you, young man, you don't mean it that way."
