The child is indeed a child.
Ji Yuan estimated that he was about the same age as Wen Linger, like a seven or eight-year-old boy, with red lips and white teeth, and a golden collar around his neck, looking very cute.
But such a child gave Ji Yuan the aura of someone at the peak of Qi refining.
"New here?"
The child's voice was crisp, sounding just like a boy's voice.
Ji Yuan felt even more strange... Either he was truly a young prodigy, reaching the peak of Qi refining at just seven or eight years old, or his appearance didn't match his age.
He naturally believed more in the latter.
If it were the former, a cultivator with such talent would have already been taken in as a disciple by a sect elder and wouldn't be living here on Chulong Island.
"I am indeed. Greetings to this Daoist friend."
The child waved his hand very maturely, "My name is Tang Ran."
"I am Ji Yuan."
