"Master, where are we now?"
Yang Ling looked around. Jiajiu City was nowhere to be seen.
This place looked like a primeval forest, lush and green.
Zhao De stood with his hands behind his back and said with a faint smile:
"The residence of an old friend of mine."
Not far away, two trees, each so thick it would take at least three burly men to encircle it, suddenly began to rustle and shake.
Then their branches and leaves slowly spread apart, and their roots pulled free of the soil.
A hideous face grew on each trunk.
Yang Ling's expression shifted. Plant-type exotic beasts?
Since he had never killed this kind of exotic beast, he could not check the attributes of these two plant exotic beasts.
Judging by their auras, though, their strength was nothing special. At most, they were comparable to seventh rank martial artists.
"I'm a friend of your Old Ancestor. Lead the way."
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"
The two plant exotic beasts let out cries that sounded impressive, though their meaning was unclear, then turned and walked deeper into the forest.
Zhao De motioned for Yang Ling to follow.
"Master, you've even made friends with exotic beasts? Can the powerful ones among them communicate with us?"
Yang Ling's eyes lit up.
This was his first chance to interact peacefully with exotic beasts.
He was truly curious whether exotic beasts on the Water Qilin's level could speak human language.
Zhao De said casually, "This old friend of mine has lived a very, very long time. Simple communication is no problem, but exotic beasts are still exotic beasts. They can't speak human language."
Yang Ling said, "Master, this old friend of yours isn't on the same level as the Water Qilin, is he?"
Zhao De paused and glanced at Yang