"I'm not a Golden Core or a Nascent Soul." The little female's imagination was truly boundless.
Upon hearing that, Ji Nuan's eyes instantly began to sparkle: "Could it be you are Mahayana?"
Xiu Yan twitched the corners of his mouth and, without words, ruffled the little female's hair: "I'm an Orc."
Ji Nuan: "..."
Getting all excited for half a day…
And it turns out you're just like me…
"What do you mean by continent?"
Xiu Yan smiled: "Beyond the continent we live on, there are actually other continents, the old Shaman from our tribe used to talk about this."
"But now, no one in the tribe knows about it, and Grandma Shaman didn't mention it either," Ji Nuan frowned.
Xiu Yan nodded: "It's normal for the tribespeople not to know. I too only learned of this when I heard it from the old Shaman, the old Clan Leader, and my father's father.
You know that Grandma Shaman was not originally from our Watson Tribe; she joined us later on to become our Shaman.
