"Komodo dragon?"
"Indian Empire?"
"Pickle Universe?"
Mo Qingying was puzzled. Why did these terms sound so unserious?
"That's right."
Jiang Qiao nodded seriously.
"The mighty ones from the Indian Empire never complained about their circumstances. If they had the conditions, they got to work; if they didn't, they created the conditions and got to work anyway. The Komodo dragon is a very famous monster, but even it has to sing a few lines of The Chrysanthemum Fades when it encounters them."
Uh—
For a moment, Mo Qingying couldn't tell whether Jiang Qiao was spouting nonsense.
In theory,
he was a powerful expert in the Heavenly Human Realm.
A young Grandmaster.
He shouldn't have been speaking without reason.
But...
She could understand every word he said. Why did putting them together make him sound so unreliable?
Forget it.
Even if she didn't understand,
respect was all that mattered.
Mo Qingying changed the subject and asked, "May I ask your honored name, Fellow Daoist? Where are you headed?"
"Old woman."
"You've been chasing me."
"And you still don't know my name?"
Jiang Qiao curled his lips.
Woman, your name is hypocrisy.
"That's true."
Mo Qingying smiled sweetly.
"But I still think it would be more polite to ask."
"Right?"
"Indeed." Jiang Qiao glanced at her, his eyes accidentally sweeping over Da Lei. He couldn't help complaining inwardly, "You're already several hundred years old, yet you're still pulling this sort of stunt. It's really E-xtraordinary."
"My name is Jiang Qiao."
"I heard the Governor of Youzhou has a treasure, so I'm planning to pay him a visit."
"To have a look."
"And who are you?"
"I heard Old Man Fan mention the Nine Tiers of the World, but I forgot to ask him what all of them were called."
It wasn't that he