To prove his point, he raised his chin and asked, "You said that I am the incarnation of a true dragon. Do you have any evidence?"
"Hahaha, this is predestined by heaven, and its secrets cannot be revealed. If Your Majesty wants evidence, why not ask yourself?" The old Daoist said as he picked up a bamboo stick and carefully returned the victorious cricket to its cage.
And the dead cricket naturally became food for the other one.
At this moment, Yan Anzhi's expression froze, his body paused as if being struck by some kind of shock.
In the light, this old Daoist appeared otherworldly, with a faint glow shining through his beard and hair. Was this an immortal?
He wondered how a Daoist could be in Daxiangguo Temple. If not an immortal, how else could he enter Daxiangguo Temple?
Looking at the cricket cage in the old Daoist's hand, he felt even more distressed. There was simply no place to find crickets during the harsh winter.
