"Firstly, your experience is too shallow!"
The scarab spoke in disdain, "I have to repeat myself. I'm a scarab, the divine protector of Egypt, not some stupid dung beetle!"
Liang Jumu's brows furrowed, and he felt somewhat infuriated. (What the hell was Egypt? Also, what is a scarab? Even a darned bug dared to have the word 'saint' in its name?*
In the Nine Provinces, to great teachers, the word 'Saint' had immense meaning and mustn't be blasphemed.
"Secondly, I would have no future if I follow you. My master doesn't need to be the best in the world, but at the very least, he has to be outstanding and overflowing with talent. You are already so old, but you don't have much fame. Why would I follow you? To eat dung?"
The scarab's lips twitched.
"But the most important reason… is that you are too ugly."
Sun Mo involuntarily glanced at the scarab. (I couldn't tell that you are someone who attaches great importance to good looks?)
