White Dragon

Lin Jiufeng's question stunned the people in the village.

"Descendant of the God Race. I haven't heard of this name in a long time." The old man was in a daze for a while before he said with emotion.

"How did you guys become like this?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously.

"Please have a cup of tea and rest your feet. There aren't many people here. We are the descendants of the God Race, but the number of people here has decreased over the years." The old man invited Lin Jiufeng and Miss Hong to his home for a chat.

Lin Jiufeng nodded. He had nothing to be afraid of. Among these people, there was really no one who was particularly powerful. Their cultivation bases were generally low.

Being the descendants of the God Race, yet their cultivation base was very low. Something must have happened.

Lin Jiufeng and Miss Hong followed the old man to his bamboo house.