It's coming!
Yang Zhen's face displayed a grave expression as he looked at the sky.
"What are you looking at?"
Lin Ruochu noticed Yang Zhen's expression and asked curiously.
Yang Zhen didn't answer Lin Ruochu's question but turned to the contemptible cat and asked, "Do you feel it too—the tremor from the Spirit Soul? Damn, this time it's a big deal."
The contemptible cat also nodded with a serious look, "Kid, it seems like you've really stirred up trouble this time. Be careful, and run at the first sign of danger; don't worry about me, I'm not going to die yet."
Yang Zhen nodded earnestly, "Rest assured, I never planned to bother with you anyway."
The contemptible cat rolled his eyes and sighed, "Bad company indeed."
Lin Ruochu saw that Yang Zhen was chatting with the contemptible cat as if he hadn't heard her, and she stamped her foot impatiently, "Yang Tianxiu, I'm talking to you!"
