Jiang Aijian laughed awkwardly before he said, "The White Emperor is broad-minded. I'm sure you won't hold a grudge against me, right?"
Bai Zhaoju studied Jiang Aijian carefully. The way the other party talked and behaved had changed greatly compared to when he was impersonating Qi Sheng; it made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He naturally preferred the confident way that Qi Sheng, or Si Wuya, spoke and carried himself. Finally, he said, "That's not necessarily true. After all, I'm so human, and I'm not exempt from feelings such as anger…"
Jiang Aijian waved his hand and said, "Please don't. At the very least, I came to return Zhi Ming's divine soul pearl to you. It's very tiring for me to pretend to be him. Moreover, in terms of talents, I may not necessarily lose to him."
No matter how Bai Zhaoju looked at him, he did not think Jiang Aijian looked very talented.
