The Red-faced Elder glared at Jiang Fan:
"Still trying to argue?"
"You've blackmailed my crystal stones a hundred times over; I'd recognize you even if you turned to dust!"
Jiang Fan cried out in despair.
What kind of day is today?
He had spent five or six days peacefully in the Fire Worship Sect, but today was the last day.
And he happened to encounter this elder.
"Elder, to be honest, it was all my little female companion's idea."
"By the way, she's Hua Wuying from Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple, under Master Song Lingyu."
"Elder, grievances have a source, don't wrong an innocent man."
Bam!
The Red-faced Elder stomped and cracked the ground, laughing angrily: "You little rascal!"
"You're honest? Then there wouldn't be any schemers in the world!"
Jiang Fan's scalp tingled.
Feeling resigned, he let go of the Holy Fire Order and said, "Alright, let's consider the Holy Fire Order as my apology to you, elder."
"Farewell, farewell."
