Daoist Xiao Qi narrowed her eyes.
Those slender, willow-leaf-like eyes stared intently at Nezha.
With her keen sight, she could naturally discern Nezha's realm but had no idea what kind of treasure body he possessed, or what kind of fortuitous encounter he had undergone to have such a powerful physique.
Were it her Golden Core Realm disciples, not to mention fighting with that black eagle, even falling from such a height would directly turn them into a pile of flesh.
Without mana, no matter how well one cultivated their Qinggong in the mortal world, surviving would be absolutely impossible.
However.
He is still just a junior of the Golden Core Realm after all.
Daoist Xiao Qi snorted coldly, her expression turning completely frosty as she said icily, "Junior, even if you haven't heard of me, Daoist Xiao Qi, deep in your heart you should harbor some reverence for the West Sea Purple Dragon Island."
Having said so, Gu Jianqing discreetly stepped back.
