At fifteen or sixteen, one's appearance was already barely different from an adult's.
But Little Point was only a little over nine. His height had yet to begin its sudden growth, and he still looked like a child.
"Brother Yaoyang, how did you see through my transformation?" Little Point asked afterward.
"I didn't see through your divine ability. I recognized the way you looked while drinking beast milk. It was exactly the same as when you were in Stone Village." Li Zhi smiled.
Only then did Little Point relax, grinning happily.
Li Zhi then handed Little Point a jar of Hundred Flower Honey Tea Milk and said, "This is my gift to you."
Little Point happily accepted the jar and immediately began tasting it.
"Fire Fox Milk, Jade Elephant Juice, Cloud Leopard Milk..." Little Point tasted more than a dozen kinds of Fierce Beast milk in succession. Then he uttered a puzzled "Huh," apparently unable to identify the sources of the other kinds.
"Brother Yaoyang, what are the remaining kinds of beast milk?" Little Point asked, his face full of confusion.
"Guess." Li Zhi smiled mysteriously.
He estimated that Little Point would blush once he told him, so it was better not to say.
The two chatted as they walked and soon arrived at the inn where the Butian Pavilion disciples were staying.
When the Butian Pavilion disciples saw Little Point return with a stranger, they came over and bombarded him with questions.
Li Zhi, however, had no intention of making small talk with them. He went straight to meet Tao Ye, the elder leading the group.
After all, if he wanted to enter the Hundred Broken Mountains, he still needed to borrow a quota from the Butian Pavilion.
At that time, the Butian Pavilion's Sacrificial Spirit was still alive,