For Haitang, a Cat Spirit who had lived her entire life in Wencheng, the agents of the Demon Management Bureau were the ones she feared most. Their relationship was basically that of cops and robbers.
To say nothing of the fact that this strange old man was the director of the entire Demon Management Bureau—a truly formidable figure.
Tu Xiao'an's reckless outburst had truly terrified Haitang.
She had expected the strange old man to fly into a rage, but what happened in the next second was enough to make Haitang question her very reality.
The sinister-looking old man suddenly dropped to his knees before Tu Xiao'an with a THUD and said respectfully, "This old servant, Wu Tianyi, kowtows to his Master. Master, please don't be angry. This old servant was merely teasing this little cat."
Huh...!
Haitang gasped, her mind reeling as she froze in place, utterly petrified.
"Haitang, go inside and keep Gao Yang company. Leave this to me," Tu Xiao'an said, patting her shoulder.
