"Mrow~"
Little Civet had only the intelligence of a young child and had no idea what Jiang Yang was babbling about, but its innate spiritual perception still allowed it to distinguish goodwill from malice with remarkable precision.
Now it leaped high, nimbly scrambled up Jiang Yang's arm onto his shoulder, then nestled its little head beside his ear and rubbed against him.
The soft fur brushing against him lifted Jiang Yang's spirits, and he could not help teasing it with a smile:
"You know this is a fine treasure too? How do you like your reward?"
Beside him, Shang Qingzheng shook her head and laughed.
"I wonder who taught it all these ways of acting cute. Not only has it bewitched Sister Zhou Ying until she hardly knows which way is up, now it's using them on you too."
"By Sister Zhou Ying, you mean Steward Li Zhouying, right?"
As Jiang Yang spoke, a woman in an emerald blouse appeared in his mind. Her face was as lovely as a painting, fair and coldly stern, and her tightly knitted brows had left a deep impression.
"Yes, that's Sister Zhou Ying."
Shang Qingzheng nodded. The two were very close. Li Zhouying was a few years older and had often looked after her when she was little.
Although Li Zhouying was not a disciple of the peak, she wielded considerable authority and could issue orders on the True Person's behalf. Her standing was by no means low.
"When I have time, I should properly thank her. Thanks to her, my assigned duties received the highest possible rating."
Jiang Yang murmured.
A large part of the reason Jiang Yang had tended the spirit bamboo so diligently was his initial indignation and his desire to prove himself.
And although meeting Shang Qingzheng had been