"What does this mean?"
Xiang Beifei was quite surprised; he didn't understand why the old Giant Spirit asked such a strange question all of a sudden.
"I can perceive it."
The old Giant Spirit's cloudy eyes looked at Xiang Beifei, then lightly twitched his nose and smiled, "Our Giant Spirit Race has a very strong perception, much stronger than you can imagine. Just now you had the ability to shield yourself, but now I can smell the bloodline scent on you, your age, and some very special things on you."
The Giant Spirit was tall and terrifyingly powerful, with first-class senses and smell. After Xiang Beifei actively released his aura, the old Giant Spirit already extracted a lot of information from him.
"So, who do you think my grandfather is, senior?" Xiang Beifei asked.
The old Giant Spirit smiled faintly and said, "Daoist Qingde."
Xiang Beifei frowned.
Can that even be recognized?
Most importantly, the old Giant Spirit actually knows his grandfather?
