"Is it that kid?"
"Can't see clearly at all." Ning Fengyuan shook his head; all he could see was the silhouette of a figure standing at the peak of the main mountain.
"Goodness, if it really is that kid, have we really fallen to the point where we can only look up from the foot of the mountain, and not even see his back clearly?" Li Yuanli mumbled.
Ke Qingliu withdrew his gaze, glanced at Ji Linyuan, and transmitted:
"It feels like it, the temperament is quite similar, of course, it's already a state of surpassing the master."
Ji Linyuan maintained an unchanged expression and said, "Indeed, the waves of the past have all been shot dead on the beach."
The forerunners glanced at him sideways.
"Isn't that your grandson, can't you tell?" Ning Fengyuan shook his head and said, "Xiao Ji, how are you even a grandfather?"
