True Person Xuanyan's eighth son? Could he and Little Sixteen have the same mother?
Hearing this, Jiang Yang immediately thought of Little Sixteen.
According to what Shang Qingzheng had told him back then, Little Sixteen had been given that name simply because he was the sixteenth to be born.
Both cats came from illustrious stock. Their father was a Black Jade Profound Cat, and their mother a Snowridge Pine-Listening Civet—noble breeds with extraordinary bloodlines.
Jiang Yang observed that this eighth son, Butterfly-Bearing, was jet-black all over, his coat gleaming like jade. Clearly, he favored his father's bloodline, unlike Little Sixteen, whose four snow-white paws and brocade-patterned civet markings took after his mother.
"Butterfly-Bearing, over here..."
Bi Xingjian had raised him for many years and cherished him dearly. Seeing the cat run out, he immediately tossed a fresh fish from his Storage Bag, which landed on the ground with a thump.
Butterfly-Bearing did not even raise his head at the sound. Something seemed to have caught his attention, and he wobbled off course as he ran.
Still, the fresh fish proved more enticing. After sniffing where he stood, he trotted over and began feasting on it, his tail held high in obvious delight.
"A little clumsy, but terribly cute."
Jiang Yang smiled at the sight. It also made him miss Little Sixteen and want to rub that fluffy little head.
"Ah..."
Bi Xingjian sighed at that.
"He does look cute, but have you considered that he's been this clumsy for decades, junior brother?"
"Hmm? Why is that?"
Jiang Yang asked.
He had not expected this tiny-looking cat to be older than himself. Still, that was hardly a fair comparison. Given a spirit beast's lifespan, a few decades probably amounted to only a tenth or a fifth of its life.
Watching Butterfly-Bearing