Little Fushun

Mo Xiu opened his eyes and saw Elder Tang looking straight at him.

"Master, you're here. I accidentally fell asleep."

"Brat, come with me. I have something to tell you."

Mo Xiu perked up. This master was finally going to take responsibility. Could it be that he was going to pass down a peerless divine technique?

After they went downstairs, the two of them sat on the sofa. Moxiu looked at Mr. Tang with anticipation.

Elder Tang took out something from his pocket and handed it to Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu took it and took a look. This was…Kitten?

The creature in Moxiu's hand was only the size of a palm. It was furry, had large tearful eyes, and had a beard. Wasn't this the cat recorded by the predecessors?

Also, this little thing was taken out from Mr. Tang's pocket.

"Master, this is…" Mo Xiu asked. What do you mean?"

"Isn't this little guy cute?"

Moxiu looked at the little fellow. His dull eyes and slow movements were indeed very cute.

Mo Xiu nodded.