The little milky voice was soft and sticky, yet carried with it a hint of seriousness.
Although the tone matched her appearance, the earnest and solemn way she spoke still struck a chord with an undeniable charm of contrast.
Even the noble sons and daughters with a distinguished appearance but a not-so-great temper, like Xie Ci, couldn't get angry with such a little one.
All he could do was stand beside Jiang Na and give a low acknowledgement.
It sounded somewhat displeased.
Su Qian narrowed his eyes.
The top talents from the two Taoist temples present, plus one who might seem like a dumb beauty but had an aura not to be trifled with.
Caught in the middle, Jiang Na thought her master truly had foresight; it was not easy to mediate in such a situation, and she was the first to speak up.
