The Witch Race ruled the earth, so Guang Chengzi had naturally heard of the Witch Scribe Gungun. But he absolutely refused to believe that the child before him was Gungun's nephew. After all, this humble Daoist might lack talent, but I can still tell whether you're a bear.
"Fellow Daoist, you..."
Boom! Just as Guang Chengzi was about to say something to Nine Li, Ran Deng suddenly opened his eyes within the formation. He raised his arm, the one hundred prayer beads in his hand gleaming, and actually broke free of those endless desires.
He glanced back at Guang Chengzi and Nine Li, his brow furrowing when his gaze settled on Nine Li. He sensed the magic power of the Seventy Transformations of Forest and Wood within the child. That technique was a legacy the Forestwood Demon God had left behind in the Primordial World, obtained long ago by Gungun and Soaring Serpent. Could it be...
"Greetings, great god."
"Greetings, great god." Seeing Ran Deng look their way, Guang Chengzi hastily swallowed the words he had been about to say and saluted him with clasped hands. When Nine Li saw Guang Chengzi pay his respects, he recalled that this old Daoist was indeed his senior, so he hurriedly followed suit.
"Mm." Ran Deng nodded, then studied Nine Li a few more times. He discerned that the child was the first Witch-human born between heaven and earth and had already cultivated the Great Shaman Body. Recalling Gungun's relationship with the Witch Race, he could more or less guess what was going on. He turned away and said with his back to them, "This formation is extraordinary. You must take great care. If you pass the trials of all three formations, we will be fellow disciples."
Whoosh! With that, Ran Deng flew