Upon stepping into the unknown dream realm, Jiang Li heard a conversation not far away.
"...I didn't expect that the little boy who was peeping while we were bathing back then has become so powerful now. Even in our White Marsh lineage, there is no method to cultivate to the Mahayana Realm, yet you have achieved it." A charming and familiar voice sounded. Jiang Li was very familiar with the owner of this voice.
"White Snow Spirit Sister, don't bring that up again. I swear it was an accident at that time." It can be imagined that the owner of this voice must be grinning wryly as he spoke.
Jiang Li was even more familiar with this owner of the voice. It was the same as his own.
"Alright, stop teasing him. Come here, let me hold you."
"Bai Xuelin Sister, you are suffocating me."
"You little rascal, Sister just loves your blushing face."
