Gongyang Lan does not recognize the Rushing Mushroom.
To be precise, Gongyang Lan has never seen a Mushroom Spirit.
Her fingers moved slightly, and Miduo on the back of the Rushing Mushroom was placed aside, while the Rushing Mushroom floated directly in the air.
The Rushing Mushroom anxiously kicked its legs, its four powerful mushroom legs twisting madly.
"Strange life form... Is there such an existence among the Ten Thousand Races? Little one, what's this called?"
Yang Zhu was somewhat confused.
He had previously thought everyone here had seen the Mushroom Spirit, as Gongyang Zisu and Gongyang Zhiruo didn't seem to care.
At this moment, they also seemed very curious.
"Grandgrandmother, isn't this a kind of Spirit Beast?"
"Oh? This thing smells nice, indeed it lacks the peculiar smell of a Spirit Beast."
The two always considered this thing a Spirit Beast, because its Spiritual Power was too weak to even think about playing with it.
