Little Nonpoint never would have imagined that this fierce beast, which looked vicious to the bone, would say such a thing to him.
"Little bird, do you think I'm easy to fool because I'm young?"
Little Nonpoint looked at the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow and asked in earnest.
"I'm telling you, I'm a big kid now. I don't drink Beast Milk anymore, so you can't fool me!"
"Hahahaha."
Everyone burst out laughing. Was not drinking Beast Milk the mark of growing up?
Hearing their laughter, Little Nonpoint blushed and added one more thing to the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow.
"You're shameless."
Then Little Nonpoint darted over to Meng Chuan.
"Uncle Meng, that little bird thinks I'm stupid!" Little Nonpoint complained loudly.
Meng Chuan picked him up and pinched his nose.
"It doesn't think you're stupid. It's just underhanded," Meng Chuan said mildly.
The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow was vicious, cunning, and deeply calculating.
It had once been a god's disciple. When that Deity reached his twilight years, his Divine Flame flickered and neared extinction. That was when the sparrow struck.
Afterward, it became the infamous Sky-Swallowing Sparrow, its name known throughout the Lower Realm.
The Venerable Realm was the utmost limit of mortals, their very peak. Beyond it lay Ling.
But even Ling varied in strength.
Some cultivators ignited their Divine Flame and ascended to godhood, only for that flame to go out in their twilight years.
Once the Divine Flame went out and their vitality declined with age, their raw strength was no different from a Venerable's.
Of course, they still had more tricks up their sleeves.
Such Ling belonged to the Divine Flame Realm and were sometimes called False Gods.
They possessed a Deity's power only in their prime.
But if they advanced beyond the Divine Flame Realm and became True Gods, that was