Chapter 967: The Emperor Flame Sacred Body, the Scarlet Sun Scripture!

Its fluffy little face pressed tightly against the other's chest.

The distance was so close that it could hear the surging, powerful heartbeat.

Then it felt a tingling sensation on top of its head, as if a current of electricity were coursing through its whole body.

Mao Xuan stared blankly, slowly raised its head, and just then saw Jiang Yan stroking its head.

"You let—"

Before the words were finished, it felt the other's stroking grow even more brazen!

That feeling—indescribably sublime—made its gaze gradually grow hazy.

It could not help tilting its head up, letting out a sound it could hardly bring itself to utter: "Meow~"

The instant the sound left its mouth, it hurriedly raised both paws and clamped them hard over its mouth.

Mao Xuan's face was a picture of disbelief.

It simply could not believe that such an utterly mushy, soft little sound had actually come from its own mouth.

"But... it really does feel so good..."

Mao Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and an expression of pure enjoyment spread across its face unbidden.

Little by little, under Jiang Yan's stroking, its emotions finally settled back to calm, and the proud, restless feeling in its heart vanished without a trace!

At this moment, Jiang Yan's expression grew solemn, and in an extremely earnest tone he made a promise: "Senior, don't worry—those memories you've lost, I will definitely help you find them!"

Mao Xuan haughtily turned its head aside and gave a cold snort: "Hmph! On your current cultivation base? Train for another three hundred years, then we'll talk!"

Having said that, its tone shifted: "Still, this little fellow's good intentions—Mao-ye here accepts them."

"From now on, Mao-ye here will take it upon himself to train you properly, help you grow up faster. Otherwise, at the snail's pace you're going now, when would you ever find my memories for me? The year of the monkey and the month of the horse?"

"I don't want to wait until the day you die, only to find the promise you made still unfulfilled."

"Mao-ye here hates nothing more than empty promises!"

With those final words, it fell silent.

Jiang Yan smiled: "Good! From now on, please guide me well, Senior!"

As he spoke, he gently set Mao Xuan, who was in his arms, down on the ground.

Its four paws touched the ground, and though Mao Xuan's expression eased a fraction—

—for some reason, a faint sense of loss welled up in its heart.

"Loss? How could that be? Mao-ye here absolutely does not feel that way!"