"But... why did they breathe a sigh of relief when they saw me beside you?" Wu Yang Jin could not help asking.
"Because you can keep her in check." Tang Wu Lin coughed lightly, holding back a laugh.
"What do you mean, keep me in check? You make me sound like I'm so difficult to deal with."
Ling Zichen shot Tang Wu Lin a glance, her tone carrying a hint of danger.
"...Aren't you?" Tang Wu Lin smiled.
"I just pursue efficiency and dislike wasting time." Ling Zichen gave a derisive snort.
Wu Yang Jin chuckled softly. Now he understood why those Tang Sect disciples both respected and feared Ling Zichen.
Not only was she an absolute authority in scientific research, but she was also an extreme perfectionist. If anyone made a mistake on one of her experimental projects, the consequences would probably be worse than facing a Titled Douluo—after all, being scolded half to death could sometimes feel worse than getting beaten up.
The four of them soon entered a fully enclosed elevator.
The elevator was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was strangely quiet.
"Come to think of it, when you last met Zang Mian, what else did you say to him?" Tang Wu Lin glanced at Ling Zichen and could not help asking.
"Nothing much. I just casually complained about your issues." Ling Zichen smiled.
"...Why don't I believe you?" Tang Wu Lin's face was full of suspicion.
Sure enough, in the next second, Ling Zichen put on the air of someone about to spout solemn nonsense.
"I very sincerely told him that Tang Wu Lin, the Tang Sect's sect master, really was a rare genius—handsome, talented, and powerful. He was just a little feminine, and he always liked to put on a composed front. In private, though,