As soon as these words were spoken, Helan Ren's pupils shook, and he slowly crawled up from the ground.
The Nezha before him indeed appeared under twenty years old, with vigorous energy like a dragon, full of life.
Merely under twenty and a Golden Immortal, isn't this somewhat too incredible?
In fact, mainly because Nezha was too lazy to explain, otherwise, he would have told them he had just turned eleven, and if he said he matured early, they probably wouldn't believe him either.
"Earlier, the Independent Immortal who underwent tribulation is your master?"
With these words, a faint air of sorrow surfaced in the atmosphere.
Like congealing blood, the setting sun sank towards distant mountains, the last streaks of orange light brushed past the withered willow branches.
