Nishino held his neck high, like a proud goose.

Anyone who dares to come up to him will be chased and pecked all the way.

"Unless you're not a child, Anri, how old are you anyway? Are you trying to fool everyone with your childlike appearance? You're actually a decrepit old man who's hundreds or thousands of years old."

His few words lightened the tense atmosphere, making it relaxed and funny.

The situation, which was on the verge of erupting, was successfully averted.

Dongxi, Guaiguai, and Wutian had a great harvest and returned to stand in a row behind her.

Even without speaking, one can tell that they are utterly loyal.

Some eager cultivators, upon seeing An Wan's three spirit pets, suppressed their urges and dared not make a move, not even daring to speak.

Dong Xi's cultivation level is at the Tribulation Transcending stage; he's just one step away from becoming an immortal.

With such strength, who would dare to cause trouble?

Wouldn't they be wiped out on the spot?

They wanted to live a few more years, and even if they were to die, they wanted to die during the tribulation period when they were struck by heavenly lightning.

Only then can one die a worthy death and be remembered for generations.

"How old are you?" An Wan's lips curled up, revealing a wicked and unrestrained smile. "I've forgotten, why don't you guess?"

"Five hundred years old?" Nishino had a sudden inspiration.

An Wan shook her head, a smile appearing on her lips, showing that she was in a good mood.

"Seven hundred years old?" Nishino held up the number "7" with his right hand.

An Wan smiled and shook her head.

"A thousand years old? No way!" Nishino really couldn't think of an answer. If "Anri" was really over a thousand years old, then "he" was amazing.

But why pretend to be a five-year-old boy?

"You're wrong, you're so silly." An Wan playfully stuck out her tongue, looking like a little child, a far cry from her mature and experienced demeanor just now.