He reached out and took out a Ginsengfruit, shaking it lightly in front of him.
Yuan Feng's eyes immediately followed the movement of the fruit.
"What's this, little guy? Have you finally come to propose marriage? My Xuanxuan is so beautiful—without three hundred... no, three thousand fruits like the one in your hand, don't even think about it!"
Nezha silently thought to himself, "Well... it's not impossible. But I wonder if Zhen Yuanzi has three thousand Ginsengfruits in his stash that I can use as a bride price. If not, maybe I could use my own Grass Returning Pills instead?"
"Senior, this junior has come concerning the Dragon Clan."
Upon hearing "Dragon Clan," Yuan Feng finally appeared a bit more serious.
"Dragon Clan? What have those slippery loaches done this time? Tell me, and I'll help you sort them out!"
Handling the Dragon Clan—I'm Yuan Feng, the most professional in the Primordial world!
No debate!
"Senior, are you familiar with the Mirage Dragon?"
