The little white rabbit squinted its eyes, anxiously and nervously waiting.
Meanwhile, An Yueru and Lin Youwei were also watching carefully, full of curiosity.
"How old are you?"
Chen Feng asked the little white rabbit.
"I don't know."
"You don't know? What about your parents?" Chen Feng asked.
"I don't have parents," the little white rabbit answered.
"An orphan?"
"My parents are stones." The little rabbit said, "I came out of a stone."
"You're Wukong?" Chen Feng was utterly astonished.
"I'm not Wukong, I'm called Shi Xiaotu," the little white rabbit earnestly corrected.
"Alright, alright, don't talk anymore."
Chen Feng carefully examined Shi Xiaotu's body and found that this little guy seemed to indeed be made of stone, but not just any stone, rather like the Immortal Stone, crystal clear and translucent.
It was hard to imagine that a place in the Yuntai Mountain, where tourists were not allowed, could nurture such a fine mystical creature.
