"Is that so?"
Jiang Ding felt somewhat disappointed.
Such a driving force couldn't achieve much.
It wasn't true that just because one was born into the Panda Clan, one could certainly become a strong warrior.
Most of them were spirit beasts without spiritual intelligence; the rest, even those with awakened spiritual intelligence, if they had poor talent or comprehension, would only become ordinary people or Qi Practitioners who could build their foundations—just citizens, that's all.
"Then, Xiaohua, you must work hard."
"Perhaps, in the future, Xiaohua will become a famous swordsman renowned throughout the world?"
Jiang Ding encouraged.
"Yeah!"
Xiaohua shouted loudly.
A gust of wind came, lifting the fluffy black and white ball into the air, carrying it to the side of the high-rise building's windows and then falling downward.
"Ah! Help me!"
