Wang Xian set up a restriction to isolate the surrounding auras. Then he shook his enormous beast-transformed body, tossing Nezha, who was clinging to him and sobbing bitterly, to the ground. He then returned to his true form and grabbed Nezha, who was still trying to pounce on him.
"Nezha?"
Wang Xian stared at the little boy dangling from his hand, both shocked and speechless.
Could someone tell him where his soft, adorable little disciple had gone?
What was with this little boy with two huge dark circles under his eyes and an utterly unruly expression?
"Master!"
Nezha looked at Wang Xian with a wronged expression.
His master did not even recognize him anymore.
Nezha felt wronged!
Nezha was heartbroken!
Wang Xian put Nezha down and rubbed his brow. He truly could not understand it. They had only been apart for a little over a hundred years, so why had this little disciple changed so dramatically?
"Why are you all here?"
Although Wang Xian was curious about his little disciple's transformation, he did not ask further. What he was more curious about was why his five disciples were here.
Moreover, he had noticed that the surrounding ferocious beasts were all extremely afraid of his five disciples.
Of course, it was not that the strength of his five disciples had frightened the surrounding ferocious beasts. After all, he had just checked, and all five disciples were only at the Heavenly Immortal Grade. Reaching the Heavenly Immortal Grade in just over a hundred years was already terrifying, but the weakest of the surrounding ferocious beasts were all Immortal King Grade. Clearly, these beasts did not fear the strength of his five disciples.
Since the surrounding ferocious beasts did not fear his five disciples' strength, there was only one possibility left: what they