At noon the next day, outside the exit of the space station outside Los Angeles, Chu Nan looked at the passenger exit nervously. From time to time, he would lower his head to look and tidy his clothes.
Beside him, Angie Prairie glanced at him and could not help but laugh.
"Hey, I told you yesterday. Why are you so nervous? It's not like you haven't seen a Star-Grade Martial Artist before?"
As she spoke, Angie Prairie patted Chu Nan's shoulder.
"Moreover, you're such a genius. You'll definitely be able to break through the Cosmic Heaven's Gate and become a Star-Grade Martial Artist in the future. Think about it, you'll be on the same level as Master in the future. Do you still have to be nervous seeing her?"
Chu Nan glanced at Angie Prairie and saw that she had a serious expression and could not see any intention of deliberately joking with him. He could not help but roll his eyes.
