"I'm a Saint?
When did he become a Saint?
Why didn't he know about this? "
At this moment, Lu Xiaoran was dumbfounded.
Jun Bujian chuckled.
"Master, there's no need for you to hide it in front of your disciples. I'm your personal disciple. How could I spread the news that you're a Saint? Don't worry, I understand everything. I guarantee that I won't say a word."
Lu Xiaoran's face could not help but twitch fiercely.
He was really speechless at the imagination of these disciples.
Did he look like a Saint?
Was there a Saint who was as poor as him?
Why did he have to find these idiots to be his disciples?
Saints did not have the time to do such a thing.
"I'm not a Saint. Don't talk nonsense."
Jun Bujian revealed an understanding expression, making Lu Xiaoran even more speechless.
It was over. It seemed like the entire Nameless knew that he was a Saint.
