Just then,
"Ahem* Ahem* Sorry for keeping you waiting, I am greatly ashamed that I failed to serve Young Master, a cup of tea as my granddaughter was asking me about you, and I had to tell a million words to her about your greatness,"
Suddenly, Patriarch Li hurriedly enters the room, sweat on his anus.
He looked at Bai Lung and instantly knelt on the cold floor while buttering him up with honey coated words.
"Only a Million words? Isn't it too little to describe my greatness?" Bai Lung couldn't help but mutter looking at him coldly.
"I-Indeed! How can Young Master's greatness be described by a mere million words, I was just telling a portion of your greatness to her," the old man responded while his forehead began to sweat.
"Tch! Get up and have a sit, " saying that, Bai Lung looked at him and maintained strong eye contact," I guess, you should know very well, why I have come here. Or, do I have to describe myself? "
