Jiang Fan said indifferently, "It's not a bad thing to dawdle a bit."
"So she doesn't call me for every little thing later on and waste time."
Hiss!
Hua Wuying felt a chill on her scalp. What kind of rebellious words were these?
What an honor it is to be summoned by a Venerate, right?
And yet Jiang Fan found it troublesome?
She didn't know that the reason Jiang Fan was so passive was that the disciple, Chen Jing, had given him a bad impression.
Hating the house and its crow, naturally, Jiang Fan had no fondness for this True Word Venerable either.
Not long after, Jiang Fan arrived in front of the White Tower.
From afar, he saw a yellow-clad woman with her back to him in the pavilion, standing beside Chen Jing, who stood respectfully with his arms at his sides.
Jiang Fan was slightly surprised.
Judging from the back, this True Word Venerable was actually not older than Chen Jing.
