May 14, 2018
Zhao Chenlu never managed to guess the Sect Leader's name until the end.
From Zhang San to Zou Liuliuwusanliang, Zhao Chenlu never found the right direction, but fortunately, she didn't really care about this matter.
"Forget it, I'm used to calling you old man anyway, this nickname better reflects the deep friendship between us."
The Sect Leader rolled his eyes at her: "Not as thick-skinned as you."
Zhao Chenlu laughed, "After all, I'm so beautiful, I ought to have some privileges, so I'll take it as your agreement to cancel the succession."
"Wishful thinking, the more you oppose it, the more determined I am. I must pass the position to the Sword Spirit predecessor, I believe under his guidance, Xiangzhou will surely have a bright and beautiful future."
"Think it through, that guy has no humanity, he can even harm his closest kin."
"The closest kin, meaning you?"
