"Oh, yes, yes, that's Jiao Zhao, look, this is him." Mu Rufeng said, displaying the screen of his phone.
Although the distance was quite far and the screen was small, Jiao Li, being an Emperor Sovereign Abnormality, could naturally see it clearly.
The phone screen showed a social media feed; Jiao Zhao seemed infatuated with posting updates, almost several times a day.
In each post, he would appear, sometimes in human form, sometimes in Jiao Long form, with pictures and videos.
Mu Rufeng also projected the video onto the nearby area.
"It's Zhao'er, it's Zhao'er, great, great." Jiao Li's massive demon body began to tremble.
This was excitement.
Jiao Zhao was his descendant, though many generations apart, undoubtedly his direct bloodline, that's beyond doubt.
Now, seeing his descendant living safely in a new world, how could he not be excited?
Eighteen thousand years have passed, finally, there's hope.
As long as there are descendants, his bloodline will not be cut off.
