"You're the mutt!"
Heavenly Dog glared ferociously and cursed. What mutt? He was Heavenly Dog, and a Heavenly Emperor at that. "Have you revived yet?"
"Not yet—the Great Dao has yet to manifest—I still need to wait—a while longer."
The faltering, aged voice rang out again.
"Mutt—what did you just say?"
"Nothing!"
Heavenly Dog did not answer his question. He had known this fellow since he was very young. Even then, the man had reached Break Eight and had been terrifyingly powerful. He had also frequently scared Heavenly Dog, leaving him afraid of him ever since. Although Heavenly Dog had later reached Break Eight himself, this old fellow had killed an Initial Martial leader at his peak. Even at his own peak, Heavenly Dog might not have been a match for him. "Head Steward, haven't you recovered your strength yet? I remember you died early, so shouldn't you recover early too?"
Gray Cat asked curiously from beside him. "Gray Cat? Mutt, why did you bring Gray Cat here? Take the cat out at once! It's dangerous here. Plenty of old fossils have their eyes on Gray Cat!"
The moment he heard Gray Cat's voice, the faltering voice stopped faltering.
"How come you suddenly stopped stammering as soon as you heard the cat? That's far too much of a difference in treatment!"
Heavenly Dog spoke, speechless.
"Mutt, I'm not joking. It's not as if you don't know Gray Cat's situation. To those old fossils, especially the Initial Martial Practitioners, Gray Cat is an irresistible prize. They'll stop at nothing to go after the cat!"
The aged voice sounded grave and agitated.
"Relax. Since we dared come in, we obviously have something up our sleeves. I'm not the only one who came this time. Bathhouse Keeper came too, along with another Break