"So it seems that looking younger has its advantages too..."
"Boss, are you suggesting that since you've become youthful, sister Xia and the teacher Meow have been seeking you out more often?"
"...I mean, even when walking the streets of this Ancient city, they wouldn't recognize me. Who would associate a sixteen-year-old boy with a Meritorious General?"
"Not denying what I said, Meow? They're really like that? So envious... cough, so extravagant... ouch, ouch, ouch! Boss, let go of me! The cat won't act up again!"
Lu Ping'an let go of the shameless cat, but didn't expect her to behave for long.
But the next moment, two balls were pressing on his head, the much more mature Meow, exclaiming over one familiar yet unfamiliar building after another.
"Meow's seafood buffet is gone, surely those aliens ate it to bankruptcy, Meow!"
And right off the bat, this guy was already quite politically incorrect.
"So many aliens, Meow... they look delicious, walking lobsters, Meow."
