God of Mischief, Lord Krishna
"Master, are we there yet?" Long Yan shouted with dissatisfaction while walking in the desert.
It has been a week and they are still walking in the desert, not only that but they couldn't even fly. They just need to walk.
"How come your body is so weak? Didn't you previously comprehended the fourth stage of 'Dao of Space-Time'? Currently, your physique should be Heaven Rank, aren't you embarrassed to ask?" The old man felt irritated for a long time. He was asked the same question for more than three days.
"Master, you are too hyper. My question has nothing to do with my physique. I am just curious." Long Yan shouted with dissatisfaction. He feeling active and well, so why does his master need to feel irritated.
"Ehh! I almost forget due to your maturity, you still a kid." The old man's face turned bright from gloomy. After all, he can forgive the curiosity of an eight years old kid.