"You don't know!"
When Lin Fan heard Zhao Jiaqi's words,
he wished he could strangle her on the spot.
Just moments ago, she had sworn she knew everything.
"Of course, with Zhonghua's history spanning over five thousand years, covering numerous dynasties, not to mention the many unresolved historical legacies and the secret techniques of various sects, I'm a disciple of the Banshan Taoist, not an encyclopedia, how could I remember so much?"
Zhao Jiaqi rolled her eyes, speaking with utter conviction.
"Alright, what you said makes sense."
Having listened to her, Lin Fan merely smiled.
And he beckoned her with a curl of his finger, "Come here for a second."
"What for?"
Zhao Jiaqi looked at Lin Fan, puzzled.
But the next second, her wrist was already seized in a grip.
"Nothing much, just showing you the warmth of the Tiankeng people."
With a swing of his right arm, Lin Fan flung Zhao Jiaqi outwards.
