"What are you thinking?"
The black cat stood up, stretched its slender body gracefully, and licked its tongue.
"That sword-playing apprentice reminds me of an old friend of mine..." Huo Tiandu said indifferently.
Of course, this little guy named Flame Monarch could not possibly have the same kind of far-reaching impact on the Imperial Spirit Palace as that man.
But in terms of their actions and life trajectories, there were some similarities.
"I am quite interested in meeting this little fellow." Huo Tiandu whispered.
The black cat looked up, its peculiar pupils reflecting a touch of novelty.
As the National Teacher of the current dynasty, there were not many people who could interest him, let alone a younger generation.
"He seems so arrogant, doesn't look like he'll live long." The black cat licked its fluffy paw and said.
"Hahaha." Huo Tiandu laughed, lovingly rubbing the black cat's head: "If he dies early, you'll have to be a widow."