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The little golden cat, which had been gazing at Zheng Ming with adoring eyes, suddenly sprang up and landed nimbly on a rock.

Then, with rapid movements, its claws dug into the rock, and shortly after, a hole appeared in that stone.

It seemed as if its claws could shred anything to pieces.

Zheng Ming watched the delighted little golden cat and thought to himself that his concerns about the cat harming him might have been overly cautious.

After frolicking merrily for a bit longer, Zheng Ming continued with the little golden cat toward the edge of the Barbaric Wilderness.

The time he had agreed to meet with Luo Jinwu was one month, and more than twenty days of that time had already passed. It was about time for them to rendezvous.

"Hmm!" Just as Zheng Ming had covered another ten miles with the little golden cat, a sudden intuition informed him that someone was lying in ambush ten yards ahead on the path below.