Ha ha!
Chen Jing chuckled quietly on the side.
Those who could become venerables, who among them were not extraordinarily wise?
Dealing with them without twelve-part caution can easily lead to failure.
Jiang Fan smiled sheepishly and said, "Venerable, why bother with a junior like me?"
True Word Venerable said coldly, "You've already accused me of bullying the weak, as you say!"
Seeing that the venerable meant it this time, Jiang Fan could only brace himself and say:
"Does it hurt?"
The venerable replied, "It hurts, it hurts tremendously. You'll be in pain for three days and nights, wishing you could cut off your hand."
"Reach out your hand!"
Thinking about the things Jiang Fan had said to scold her made her furious.
Jiang Fan's face twitched a little and said, "Venerable, I am Venerate Xinnie's registered disciple, appointed as interpreter by the Wan Jie Temple Venerable, and also the imperial messenger for the Bodhisattva."
