Pfft!
Wan An stared wide-eyed, somewhat doubting if he had heard wrong.
"Some things mustn't be said lightly!"
Dealing with the Venerable Bodhisattva every day?
What kind of earth-shattering statement is that?
Jiang Fan blinked innocently and said, "I'm not speaking lightly."
"I am the Imperial Messenger of the Bodhisattva, the interpreter appointed by the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple Venerable, and a partner of the True Word Venerable."
Huh?
Even Hua Wuying was stunned.
No, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Venerable only mentioned it casually.
You've already crafted an identity for yourself so quickly?
She was shocked, not to mention Wan An?
The latter two might be made up, but as for being the Imperial Messenger of the Bodhisattva, no one would dare fabricate that, right?
After all, once the word "Bodhisattva" is spoken, it must inevitably reach the ears of the Bodhisattva themselves.
Who would dare make up such an identity?
