It's a jiao!
Humans can't, at least shouldn't...
Bai Qi ignored his master's joking banter, although mythical creatures cultivating deeply inevitably have to pass the stage of transformation, looking at Old Hei's dumb and silly appearance, it's hard to imagine what it would look like as a human.
"Don't stare at it, it's only eight years old, wait until you reach my age as a master, it might just reach hairpin-wearing age."
Ninghai Zen walked on the river surface, his True Qi blended like void pervading his clothes, with the miraculous effect of separating water and fire.
"Eight years old? This is eight years old!"
Bai Qi, standing on the back of the Big Flood Dragon, couldn't help but show a look of skepticism, this Big Flood Dragon at least had a climate of one thousand five hundred years.
"The lifespan of mythical creatures differs from ours, if you calculate it, Old Hei is just like an eight-year-old girl, if you have the heart, wait twenty years to propose."
