"Brother, what do you mean by that?" Although ao Baitian didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, there was a creepy feeling in these words.
"Child, you don't understand. There's no need to ask."
Lin fan patted ao Baitian's shoulder, telling him not to ask anymore. This was a high-end and profound question, and it was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"I #@￥!..." Ao Baitian wanted to spit at him."What are you talking about? how dare you say that I'm a child who doesn't understand? if others hear this, they'll be scared to death."
He, the Son of the Dragon Realm, was actually called a child. This guy was the first one who dared to say that.
"Eh? Where's my race's Saint child?"
Not far away, an old man looked left and right, but he didn't see the Holy Son of his race.
The Saints who had been there from the start looked at each other and then at Lin fan. Others might not know what had happened, but they had all seen it with their own eyes.
