Qian Zhengming

Hehe, my grandson is a genius, of course. Ji Hanwu looked at Gao Peng and smiled without saying a word.

Heading into the night, Gao Peng began to train his familiars.

At the center of the training ground, Dumby and Goldie were preparing to battle. Perhaps because of its nutritious diet, Goldie's level had successfully risen to thirteen.

Covered in yellow feathers, Goldie slowly made its way to the center of the grounds and removed its yellow feather jacket, revealing chalky white skin and lumps of bulging, well-toned muscles. The blue patterns on its skin flowed with color as though it were coming to life. With a gentle flap of its wings, its muscles and bones made a powerful sound.

Goldie took in a deep breath, and then out of nowhere, took out a wooden necklace and placed it around its neck.

"Wait, where did that necklace come from?" Gao Peng said suddenly. There was something wrong with this scene.