Ge Jianhong clicked his tongue in surprise, raising small creatures?
Creatures that could shatter two Great Grandmasters and four Grandmasters' True Gang in a single breath?
Ge Jianhong increasingly felt that Liang Qu was quite adept at nurturing, whether it was the Little White Dragon or the River Otter. The Upper Realm Zenith before the Young Dragon Gate couldn't compare; his own brother was the Young Dragon, yet he hadn't reached Upper Realm Zenith himself.
He glanced at Liang Qu's rigid and dazed palm, a golden insect with a small horn on its head resembling a stick, and clasped his hands in salute: "Ancestor Liang, what are you saying? I just checked; there hasn't been much damage, only some property destruction and a few True Gang counterattacks. A few days of recovery will suffice, it's not a big deal."
