The overwhelming cries of "Adoptive Father" continued.
"Auntie, what should we do? Should we shout too?" Jiang Ling'er was dizzy from the scene, completely at a loss, her cute and beautiful face filled with confusion.
"Are you kidding me?" Jiang Yourong puffed up with anger, her high chest heaving as if it might burst. "Even if I starve to death today, I will never lose my dignity!"
DING!
[Detected someone bragging nearby. Congratulations, Host, you have gained Mana +223!]
What is my status? I was born nearly a thousand years before Wang Xiu. I am his senior. How could it possibly be appropriate to call him Adoptive Father?
"Wow, Auntie, that's a Flood Dragon!" Jiang Ling'er suddenly exclaimed, pointing into the distance. A green, Flood Dragon-like spirit was being drawn up by Wang Xiu from deep underground. It shone with divine radiance, its essence abundant—even purer than the great rooster from before.
