"You're only at the late stage of Tribulation, what's there to brag about?"
Long Gao's sore spot was hit, and he glared, almost bouncing off the stone bench.
Ji Shuxuan found it interesting, stroking his beard and laughing: "Ying'er has comprehended the Profound Truth of Fire, which makes her cultivation speed fast. In just a thousand years, she has surpassed Long Gao and is about to catch up with me."
"Ancestor, can you stop calling me Ying'er all the time?"
Long Ying pouted her cheeks and protested unhappily: "I take Immortal Monarch Sister as a role model and am determined to become a heroine and a legend. When you call me like that, it makes me sound like a delicate white lotus, and all my heroic spirit is lost."
"Hahaha."
Long Gao was amused, slapping his thigh and laughing loudly.
A faint smile appeared on Mu Fan's cold lips.
A silver-gray Sound Transmission Talisman emerged from the void and floated in front of him.