Chapter 87 Is this lack of reputation?_1

On the day of the winter solstice, before dawn.

Upstream of Shuanglong River.

Bang!

The river's surface exploded with splashes as Yibai's fierce Jiao body emerged from the water, looking around.

Hum!

On the riverbank upstream, dazzling golden light twinkled, exceptionally conspicuous in the night.

Yibai fixed his gaze.

There stood an immortal in the midst of the golden glow, clad in a crimson robe, with a full beard and an intimidating presence.

It was his good friend, Immortal Zhao.

"Immortal Zhao!"

Yibai spoke in human tongue.

Seeing his old friend, his heart was filled with joy.

"A dragon kind... now I should address you as Dragon Lord! You're truly remarkable, transforming from a snakelet to a Jiao in just half a year!"

Immortal Zhao was shocked for a moment upon seeing Yibai's Jiao form, and then burst into laughter.

He was pleased for Yibai's transformation.