Jiao Long, is this the name of this big guy?
Su Ping's eyes were fixed on the fighter jet with its intertwined black and dark gold, shining brightly under the rooftop sunlight.
He could feel that this thing was incredibly vivid, just like the Cloud Soarer he had ridden before.
However, the Cloud Soarer gave him a sense of etherealness and freshness back then.
Whereas this Jiao Long, which belonged to him, exuded an aura of dominance and sharpness.
Clearly, the interior of this thing is unknown as he hasn't gone inside yet.
However, this is undoubtedly an airborne fighter that lives up to its level.
You can sense it from its aura alone.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Long'er in front of him.
From the looks, with short hair leaning towards androgyny and similarly solid features along with a wheat-colored complexion, at first glance, it was hard to tell the gender.
Appearing to be around thirty, but presumably, a Beastmaster of this level should be older than they appear.
