Yang Yan glared furiously and said something, but Pei Ye was no longer paying attention.
His expression suddenly turned solemn.
Because Little Cat in his belly had suddenly spoken, its tone serious in a way he had not heard for a long time, almost instantly carrying Pei Ye back into the deep darkness of Xin Cang.
It said, "Pei Ye, we're taking this thing."
"..."
Late that night, after parting with Yang Yan, Pei Ye lay on the bed in his room.
He held Little Cat up.
"What do you want someone else's belongings for?" Pei Ye's brows knitted tightly.
This was not Little Cat's first time seeing the Jade Pendant. Back at the Martial Field, after they had killed the Seventh Growth, Yang Yan had taken it out.
But Little Cat had noticed nothing then. Now, clearly, Pei Ye's sword strike just now had not been entirely wrong, as it had appeared-the Jade Pendant had produced a tiny reaction after all.
"Do you know what it is?"
"No."
"..."
"But the fruit reacted to it." Black Cat's voice was quiet and cold. "The fruit is a weapon against the Dragon Lord. You know this is what matters most."
Pei Ye was taken aback.
"Then once it's open, I'll think of something." Pei Ye fell silent for a while, frowning. "But that's an inheritance of his sect. If he won't agree, we'll ask him to lend it to us for a while first. If that really won't work, there's nothing I can do."
Pei Ye looked at Black Cat.
"That's all right. I'll take it myself." As though it had anticipated the boy's answer, Black Cat replied calmly.
"..." Pei Ye set it back on his chest and belly, holding its slender body, momentarily speechless.
This was not the