A few days ago.
"He can conquer diabetes?"
"Saint Master, that's what he said, anyway."
"Haha... He's probably lying to you."
"But it doesn't really seem like he's lying."
"Oh, have you been tempted?"
"No... Saint Master, I'm really sorry, but I'm a diabetic myself."
"Hmm, I understand your thoughts. However, I still don't believe Zhou Mo Sen has the ability to conquer diabetes."
"That's right, he definitely doesn't have that ability."
"Haha... I've thought of an interesting trick."
"Huh?"
Zhao Ying, after discussing diabetes-related matters with Zhou Mo Sen, even forgot about bringing Zhou Mo Sen into the Descent Sect.
She straightforwardly returned to San Francisco to meet with the Saint Master of the Descent Sect.
Luckily, the Saint Master wasn't preaching today, which means he wasn't connecting with any beauties or anything.
But upon hearing Zhao Ying's report, the Saint Master looked entirely skeptical.
