"I apologize, Master Wen. As a junior, I was reckless with my words and offended you. Please do not take it to heart. Actually, our Huayu Temple has some excess provisions. Maybe you could stay here slowly comprehending, whether it's ten days, half a month, a year, two years, or even ten years, a hundred years wouldn't matter." Ling Baobao understood and sincerely stood up to apologize.
His attitude was as respectful and sincere as it could be.
But Wen Gaoren felt like vomiting blood, and his urge to strangle him grew even stronger. What does it mean to stay here slowly comprehending? What does ten years, a hundred years, without headlines mean? Does he think I'm here at Huayu Temple to freeload?
"No need, it's merely a Star Thunder Array. I was just a bit careless earlier. I'll repair it for you now." Wen Gaoren originally wanted to further comprehend and ponder, but Ling Baobao's oblique jabs frustrated him to the point that his anger surged, making it impossible to calm down.
