"Don't call me Little Cat Zhu!" Ning Xiang snapped indignantly. "Big Cat Zhu!"
Zhu Yu: "..." Had he lifted a rock only to smash his own foot?
Ning Xiang said smugly, "Since you aren't objecting, that means you like this nickname."
Zhu Yu watched her gleeful, smug expression. Fine, Big Cat Zhu it was.
"I want to enter the Spirit Fighting Tournament."
No sooner had Ning Xiang spoken than Zhu Yu vetoed it without a second thought. "No, you don't."
"I think I've accomplished a great deal in my studies and mastered mighty Divine Abilities. It would be such a waste of my talents not to show everyone."
In truth, Ning Xiang didn't want to enter that Spirit Fighting Tournament either.
She had decided to deliberately lose her first match when the time came. That way, she could complete her mission and have a perfectly legitimate excuse to slack off.
A flawless plan.
Zhu Yu said, "Be good. What's so great about entering the Spirit Fighting Tournament? If you want to spar with someone, I can suppress my cultivation to the Core Formation Middle Stage and fight you myself."
"But I still want to broaden my horizons. If I miss this one, I'll have to wait another five years."
Zhu Yu said, "So your love for me has taken such deep root that you're already thinking five years ahead?"
Ning Xiang: "..." Fighting the toothache-inducing sweetness, she said, "Yes, I adore Your Highness. I don't want to be apart from you for even a moment. So, Your Highness, please let me enter the Spirit Fighting Tournament! I'll definitely defeat every opponent. I want all the Demon Cultivators to witness you personally presenting me with my prize!"
The moment she finished speaking, Ning Xiang felt the air around her turn chilly