A streak of white light flashed by, coming to a stop in front of Mu Ruyue.
Under her gaze, that massive body gradually became more slender. The once tender Little White had lost its naivety, and the delicate, angelic face began to show the youthful greenness of adolescence.
His body was long and perfect, well-proportioned, with a pale skin that glowed softly. He watched the woman standing before him with a smile at the corner of his lips.
"Mother, Little White has finally grown up." He laughed happily, his eyes brimming with joy. The sunny smile of the youth was like a ray of light shining into Mu Ruyue's chest, warming her heart.
"You grow every time you have a breakthrough?" Mu Ruyue arched an eyebrow. "So by the time you reach the status of a God, won't you already be old?"
