"Meow meow... what the heck! Are you calling people over to get struck by lightning together, or to experience a sky full of starry fire?"
Upon hearing Little Yu's question, Uncle Ju, in a fit of surprise and anger, even blurted out in his mother tongue.
"Uncle Ju, is that little Taoist really that powerful?"
Clutching a chicken leg that had been bitten into, Little Yu opened his mouth, unable to comprehend why the big fat orange cat had suddenly become so irritable.
Although he was from the Kunlun Immortal Palace, he was still quite young after all.
The recent commotion in Qingmu City had indeed shown that the little Taoist was strong. But as to how strong he really was, whether he was stronger than his own father, the little boy wasn't quite sure.
"Powerful? Hah – let's put it this way, even your great-grandfather himself wouldn't have been able to easily take down that cultivator from the Demon Sect."
