Powerful Enemies (1)

At this point in time, the cat had reached Xian Lang first while the nightingale was still flapping its tiny wings toward Xionmao's cave.

In Xian Lang's room. The prime minister bent his neck left and right as he leisurely sauntered toward his bed after a long day.

'Those foreigners are really cautious. They even placed a deadly formation in their hideout. We must tread this carefully. I can't afford to lose my men before the long fight. Talking about formation, I must ask Anghus about his knowledge about formation. It's one of its kind. I haven't heard such fearsome illusion formation in my life. Was it taught by the late Sorceress to her disciple?'

As he neared his bed, a white cat suddenly hopped in front of him.

Meow! Meow! The cat didn't waste time and purred, brushing its hairy body at Xian Lang's feet.