"Someone from the Supreme Council has come to fetch you."
Dean Frist said indifferently, focusing his attention on tending to his tea.
Truth be told, Dean Frist felt quite a lack of accomplishment; he had thought it would take some effort to persuade Link to agree.
But as it turned out, before he could even exert any pressure, Link had already agreed.
At the very least, he would have liked to feel a bit more involved in the matter of the parallel universe's deity civiliation's return delegation.
Hmm...
After his promotion to a Level Seven Great Sage, Dean Frist's personality had become much more unconstrained, with plenty of mutterings in his heart.
Perhaps it was a genetic trait of the Diomand Family to become younger with age.
"Then I'll be waiting."
Although Link wanted to resolve his karma as soon as possible, he was in no rush.
Being overly eager was not the way to do business; there was no need to be so impatient.
Of course, he wouldn't put on any airs either.
