Angie Prairie was clearly very curious. She glared at Pope Lockmarton with her beautiful eyes and asked curiously, "Can I ask what value you fancy in me? I don't think I'm that valuable. At the very least, my strength is still inferior to Chu Nan."
"No, no, no. Miss Angie Prairie, you underestimate yourself. Or rather, you haven't recognized your value."
Pope Lockmarton shook his finger, his expression was as amiable as an old man next door.
"Although Chu Nan's personal strength is stronger than yours and even stronger than most young martial artists his age, and I don't even doubt that he can become a powerful Star-Grade Martial Artist in the future, adding a Star-Grade Martial Artist to the sect and alliance won't bring about a huge increase. In comparison, the value you have, Miss Angie Prairie, is what we need the most."
Angie Prairie looked at Chu Nan again and directly sent a voice transmission to his ears with a smile.
