Jiang Chen was momentarily surprised and nodded lightly: "Yes, I am Jiang Chen."
While replying, Jiang Chen reached out towards the elder standing before the Dragon Saint. This elder, needless to say, was the Pope of the Holy Court!
"Why are you only arriving now? If the delay causes issues with the treatment, can you bear the consequences?"
Before Jiang Chen's hand could touch the Pope, a reprimanding voice rang out. A young man glared at Jiang Chen, his face full of fury.
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, retracted his extended hand, turned his head, and looked at the young man coolly. He said indifferently, "Why should I treat him?"
"You, what do you mean?" The young man's expression changed and he angrily shouted once more.
Fa Rang furrowed his brow and said solemnly to the young man, "Saint Heir, Mr. Jiang is here to help!"
"I know, but because of his delay, how much additional pain did His Holiness have to endure? That's still his fault!"
