Saint Danze looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.
"Yes, yes, I rushed over as soon as I received your message, but I didn't expect to meet such an interesting little girl, hahaha!"
Master Slade laughed as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Ailin, filled with admiration.
"Little girl, who is your teacher? Who taught you that ancient magic?" Slade asked.
"None of your business." Ailin glared fiercely at Slade, her mood clearly foul since her magic had been interrupted.
"Hehe, you little girl, don't you recognize me?" Slade seemed somewhat surprised.
"Are you famous or something?" Ailin looked the man up and down, not recognizing him at all, then glanced at Long Yi, who pursed his lips and shrugged, also not recognizing.
"Tsk tsk, I thought I was rather well-known. But to think that there are people who don't recognize me because I haven't been out and about for a while?" Although Slade's face bore a smile, his words carried a hint of reproach.
