"Nonsense. How can I stand here if I don't come out of seclusion?" The old beggar glared and roared with some displeasure.
"President, why didn't you take a bath first after coming out of seclusion! If other mystics see you like this, it will damage your image," the First Elder reminded.
"Hmph! If I didn't hear that someone came to the Mystic Association Headquarters to cause trouble and was worried that you couldn't handle it, would I have run over anxiously as soon as I emerged from seclusion? You heartless fellows actually dare to despise me!" the old beggar complained with a wronged face, tears seeming to emerge in his deep black eyes!
"Uh!" The First Elder didn't know what to say. Boohoo… When did he despise the president! How could the president wrong him!
"First Elder, where are the troublemakers?" the old beggar asked in puzzlement. He hadn't seen anyone causing trouble even after coming for a long time! Hmph! Damn it, how dare they lie to him!
