As expected, catering to the tastes of the older generation can win their favor.
Ji Jingqiu was contemplating the Baolao Dengxin Scripture when he felt an overwhelming Dao Intent pressing down. Though it was somewhat restrained, it still left him unable to move.
"Why do I sense a trace of the Phoenix Blood Flower's aura on you, boy? Don't tell me you're 'No Heaven' of the Heavenly Saint Lake."
Emperor Simurgh stood up coldly, her red dress trailing behind her.
Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but sigh. Indeed, they're all old foxes who've lived for millions of years, impossible to deceive; their expressions change in an instant.
Emperor Simurgh scrutinized the young man before her, squinting as she spoke: "You've truly created a little monster here. Is he the second He Donghuang?"
At this moment, Ji Jingqiu looked to her like a balloon about to burst.
The Dao Rhyme and vitality seemed almost tangible, overflowing from every acupoint in his body.
