The Demonic Child calmly looked at Wang Zijia and the thousand or so disciples, and said indifferently, "Are these your two disciples?"
Wang Zijia respectfully saluted and replied, "In reply to Martial Uncle, yes!"
"Their aptitude is quite good, especially this kid, his body is filled with lightning, he would make a great thunder magic cultivator!" The Demonic Child looked at the nine-year-old Liang Cheng, and praised.
"Thank you for your praise, Martial Granduncle!" Liang Cheng held a solemn face, resembling an adult.
"There's not much good stuff to give, so I'll give you two a taste of your Master's specialty." As the Demonic Child spoke, he flipped his hand and threw a shattered round bead each to Liang Cheng and Feng Haonan.
The round bead was the size of a glass bead, crystal red all over, covered with cracks, and inside it, there was a faint trace of molten magma flowing, and the explosive force could be vaguely sensed.
