The Adventures Of The Young Master

Everyone who saw this scene revealed an expression filled with horror. The events that happened were something they did not fully expect at all. The Sea Ancient Race had fallen from grace. Their True Monarch, who supposed to be the most powerful of Grivexia, had also died. Furthermore, the core members of the ancient race would also be killed.

And this was because of a fat cat which supposed to be a pet in the house! What\'s more, this fat cat was arrogant enough not to put the ancient race in his eyes. It displayed so much power and authority that even a True Monarch was helpless against! They wanted to know what type of beast this fat cat was as to satisfy their curiosity. However, they did not have the guts to ask the fat cat, scared that they would be the next ancient race.

Of course, if they were afraid of this cat, how could they forget about the master of it? This young man in his 20s who was called \'His Majesty\' by the cat. One look and you could already determine that the cat deeply revered this person! Perhaps, only this young man was the cat only revered!

"Finally, it\'s done." Jin Rou lazily said, "Myaw, thank you for your help this time."

"Your Majesty!" Lord Myaw\'s arrogant expression was nowhere to be found as it hugged Jin Rou\'s thighs, rubbing its fat cheek, "I missed you! I missed you!"

"..." The crowd was utterly speechless. What was this? Their mouths were wide and round open because of shock. This cat, which supposed to be arrogant, turned a 180-degree attitude. Was this the same cat that killed the proud ancient race of the Sea Continent?

"Myaw is incredible, so I missed you too." Jin Rou caressed its head.

"Yayy! Meow!" Lord Myaw seemed like enjoying this. Afterwhich, it secretly created clones that could not be seen by anyone here except Jin Rou and ordered them to set forth to the core base of the Sea Ancient Race in the other continent and kill all the remaining Immortal Emperors and those who carried potential to make the ancient race rise once again.

This was a vicious move. Lord Myaw was not planning to let them have an easy life for the rest of their lives. And it declared that this was the price of offending his master.

While the man and the cat were busy with themselves, the Guild Master and the old man of the pavilion were talking to themselves in a low tone.

"This young man is not from here." The old man of the pavilion said.

"I agree with you. He even has a beast that can make a True Monarch helpless against them. If we are the opponent of the ancient race, perhaps they will not choose this path. After all, they have a True Monarch expert in their line up. Too bad that they were just defeated like that." The Guild Master nodded in agreement.

Indeed, if this was any other person who offended them, the ancient race would surely not choose this path and surely fight it out against the offender. And maybe the True Monarch would also fight if things became rough and worse to protect her descendants. Unfortunately for them, they had met someone who they could not afford to provoke. Thus, they kicked a huge plate of armor this time and were rendered helpless, only could wait for their incoming deaths. What\'s worse, all of the core members would die and would make the ancient race fall to the bottom of the food chain.

For sure, with the core members gone, the ancient race would suffer tremendous amount of bullying and humiliation. They have too many enemies, after all. Perhaps, there would be greedy ones who would plot to seize the treasures that the ancient race had accumulated. The ancient race, even without their emperors, was still a huge pie that everyone wanted to take a bite.

"Lang Zing, I am proud of you." The old man could not help but grin as he patted Lang Zing\'s shoulder. To be able to form a friendship with Jin Rou was something the old man thought, the luck of your three lifetimes. With such a mighty friend who could kill a True Monarch effortlessly, isn\'t like having another backer aside from the Terrace Everland Pavilion?

Lang Zing only smiled and ran came towards Jin Rou and praised his idol with shining stars in his eyes, "Young Master Jin, you are so amazing!"

The cute expression of Lord Myaw suddenly vanished and looked viciously at Lang Zing, "Who are you, ant?"

"Ah, Lord Myaw, I am Lang Zing. You can also call me Little Lang, Lang Xiao or anything as you like it. I am Young Master Jin\'s friend." Lang Zing was a bit scared, although he knew that nothing would happen with Jin Rou present.

"Friend?" Lord Myaw\'s left brow shot up, "An ant like you dares to claim—"

"Myaw, he really is my friend so please don\'t make things difficult for him." Jin Rou interrupted and caressed Lord Myaw\'s head once again.

"Hiyaaaa!" It seemed that Lord Myaw was very much enjoying the way Jin Rou was caressing it, "If Your Majesty says so. Myaw will abide. Abide!"

"Ah, Senior Master Jin, I am Cao Zing. I am the grandfather of Lang Zing." Soon, the old man of the pavilion with the Pavilion Master in tow also came to Jin Rou and greeted him.

Lord Myaw shot up a glance at Cao Zing and was about to say something rude once again when Jin Rou put a gag in its mouth and said, "You don\'t need to call me Senior Master. Please just call me Young Master."

Jin Rou could not help but remember the experience he had with Old Mo when they first met, calling him \'Senior\' a bunch of times.

"Ah, Young Master Jin..." Seeing the approachable attitude of Jin Rou, Cao Zing seized the opportunity to strike a connection with him.

While Jin Rou and the others were talking, in the audience area, Ku Ming\'s face was complicated as he did not know what to say.

To think that the very person who killed one of their clansmen was Jin Rou. What\'s more, he possessed the compass all this time.

Truth be told, he really did not know what to feel.

"Ku Ming, let\'s go." The First Ming Ancestor hiding in the shadows said.

Ku Ming showed more complicated expression, but nevertheless, he still stood up and walked away of the arena without anyone noticing his departure.