Bingxin gave him a wary glance, ignored him, and let her body fade from solid to illusory as she left.
Feng Lingxiao's face showed a smile: "An unexpected gain, to actually run into a Saint's descendant."
"And our ancestor must surely have been an extremely powerful Saint Realm expert."
The corner of his mouth hooked up as he chased off in the direction Bingxin had gone.
Five days later.
Jiang Fan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze almost tangible, piercing through the surrounding Void in all directions.
The fair skin that was revealed faintly carried a layer of pale golden halo.
His body also vaguely emitted wisps of the tranquil incense aura of Buddhism.
The Rebellious Guy under his butt inexplicably trembled, faintly feeling a pressure like when facing a Virtuous Realm expert.
It shrank its neck, its voice even more babyish than usual: "Big brother, have you broken through to the Sage Realm?"
