When he looked, the Goose Immortal was still fierce, but now seemingly washed clean of mortal dust, becoming some sort of auspicious creature in a sense.
"Aiya? The Big Iron Goose looks more like a sham shaman?"
GuaGua blinked his innocent, large eyes.
It used to be like a bandit on a mountain path, robbing those in its way, who would have thought, upon ascending to a Supreme Saint, it suddenly seemed kind-hearted and benevolent, as if it wouldn't pose a great risk to approach, its words believable and not deceptive.
How could such a strange feeling appear on the Big Iron Goose? It was so incongruous!
GuaGua cocked his head, carefully examining.
Soon it confirmed, although the temperament had completely changed, Goose Immortal was still Goose Immortal.
It was still domineering, as if it reached sainthood overnight, with not a challenger left in the world.
"Human Master, what is the name of my species? Speak it quickly for me to hear!"
