This black cat, which had lived for a full thousand years, had come in a hurry and left just as quickly.
It left everyone standing there, completely bewildered.
Come to think of it, when it suddenly flew over from the mountain, the pressure it brought with it had been considerable.
After all, its strength and seniority spoke for themselves.
Though it was merely a spirit beast raised by the Dao Ancestor, everyone still had to regard themselves as juniors in its presence.
What was more, its exact strength and combat ability had become something of a mystery.
For nearly a hundred years, no one had seen it fight with all its might.
The last time it had gone all out was more than a hundred years ago.
The Sword Sect's Sword Venerable of that generation and Spring Autumn Mountain's Cicada Herder of the same era had been drinking and sparring for fun.
The Cicada Herder lost.
The Sword Venerable got carried away after drinking.
Put simply, he started showing off and spouting a few pompous lines.
And it wasn't just that he said them—he said them loudly. His voice shook the mountain gate; he was showing off to the heavens.
Everyone knew that, for some reason, Cat Guardian didn't have the best hearing.
The reason the cat's voice rang like a great bell was that it was hard of hearing.
You'd had a few drinks and gotten cocky. Fine. But why shout so loudly?
And that was how Cat Guardian got riled up and came running.
In the end, the Ninth-Realm Sword Venerable of that generation had been no match at all for the fat black cat.
The fight had been completely one-sided, practically a crushing defeat.
The black cat hadn't spared the Sword Venerable's dignity, either. It had deliberately