"Looking for that little monk?"
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, the sly cat was taken aback and gloated, "Kid, don't blame me for not warning you. That little monk may look young, but he's actually more than a decade older than you. And his cultivation level is higher than yours."
Yang Zhen said nonchalantly, "Well, monks and demon practitioners from the Western Region are usually of a higher level than those from other places. It's not a big deal; you just need to come with me."
The sly cat exclaimed, "You knew that?"
Yang Zhen looked smug, "What else do you think, Sao Saint spends his time in the teahouse doing nothing but serving tea?"
"Weren't you contemplating about life?" the sly cat asked, puzzled.
Yang Zhen scoffed, "That's secondary. Let me teach you something. Where's the best place to get information?"
"Of course, the Thousand Seeker Sect. They... wait, why the hell did I think of the Thousand Seeker Sect?"
"What's the Thousand Seeker Sect?"