Si Yan's beautiful eyes, with their clear black and white definition, narrowed slightly as she searched for the figure of the foul-mouthed brat within her sea of knowledge.
Her sea of knowledge was no place for a little brat to simply waltz into whenever he pleased!
It wasn't long before Si Yan found just such a mischievous, golden-haired little boy in a corner of her sea of knowledge.
The little boy looked to be about six or seven years old, with dazzling golden eyes and thick, fluffy hair that seemed very pettable.
However, this cute little face wore a somewhat arrogant expression.
"Looking at the entire Beast World," Little Chuan Chuan continued leisurely, "I, your great ancestor, am the most powerful treasure in this world. You, a weak and ordinary female, are not worthy of me."
He lay casually in the air, his legs crossed.
