"So, are you the Great Venerable, or a person of the Great Venerable?"
Jiang Li stared at Elder Yun, his eyes full of scrutiny.
This Elder Yun was an unconventional old man, hiding pieces in chess, stuffing the Daoist Law Pavilion with interior techniques—completely unlike the demeanor of an important figure. Could he be the Great Venerable?
Well, it was indeed possible.
The Great Venerable's style of action was unique among the strong of the world; after all, not everyone could claim the title of the greatest troublemaker under the heavens.
Faced with Jiang Li's gaze, Elder Yun finally smoothed over his grimace-like expression, waving his hand and saying, "What kind of figure is the Great Venerable? How could I possibly be him? You must be joking, truly joking."
This pretense was becoming more convincing.
"Ha."
