A twisting silhouette became faintly visible in front of Han Qian. If Long Haochen was here, he would definitely recognize that this thin elder that appeared from a sort of distortion was precisely the one who guarded the Alliance’s Treasure Vault that day.
A great change appeared on Han Qian’s face; revealing a bitter expression, he said, “Saint elder, my bad. A person of such a great moral stature as you naturally wouldn’t remember the offenses of this humble servant, there is no need for you to lower yourself to my level!”
The thin elder coldly snorted, “I don’t care about your bullshit. Just come with me to the Assassin Stadium. If you don’t want to, how about taking that grandson of yours there instead? ”
Han Qian deeply sighed, and replied with an heroic expression, “I… I’ll go, okay? Please don’t be too strict with me!”
