The Identity of the Golden Ant

As soon as Phoenix heard Xu Yan's words, it became furious. "Kid, have you lost your mind? How dare you call me Little Phoenix, showing disrespect to a true spirit! Even if it's a divine spirit, it should bow down!"

It, the majestic Phoenix, was one of the strongest true spirits. Even in ancient times or the present era, those gods and demons would treat it with courtesy.

What is a true spirit? It is a powerful creature naturally close to the essence of the great path. As long as it grows up, even the most ordinary true spirit can rival gods!

Xu Yan smiled and said, "I didn't disrespect you. Little Phoenix is a term of endearment, and it suits your current size quite well."

He wasn't stupid. He knew this probably wasn't the true form of Phoenix, and its strength should be limited.

"Nonsense," Phoenix coldly retorted, flying back to Xu Yan's shoulder. On the other side, the Golden Ant also jumped onto Xu Yan's shoulder.