"Ah~"
The Great Monster yawned hugely and then lazily waved her slender hand.
Wang Chen awkwardly closed his mouth.
He had been talking for an entire "two-hour period," leaving his mouth dry and his tongue parched.
He recounted everything that had happened within and outside the Cloud Sun Sect in the last dozen years, as long as he was aware of it.
But the more he spoke, the more bored the other party seemed to become.
Tough audience!
The Great Monster frowned and asked with disappointment, "Is that all? There's no fun in any of this."
Wang Chen helplessly said, "Elder, this disciple's status is humble, and what I know is really quite limited."
He was neither a Dragon Gate Storyteller nor a know-it-all in the Martial World, neither knowledgeable about astronomy above nor geography below.
And how could he know many secrets of his sect?
"That won't do."
