After cursing a couple more times, the frustration in Leng Rou's heart finally eased quite a bit.
She was actually a rather free-spirited person, so even after failing Dao Integration and becoming a wisp of remnant soul, she still had no proper bearing. But this time was truly different!
Gu Wangjun, who had been scolded a few times, did not get angry. His cultivation had failed to advance for several years; though he was still a youth, his ability to keep his temper was quite good.
He was simply somewhat baffled, unable to understand why she had suddenly become so furious.
Could it be that the senior he had met was truly formidable?
"You... know that senior?"
"Of course I know him." Leng Rou replied listlessly.
No matter how she thought about it, she still felt rather depressed!
Did this guy even know what he had missed out on?
"The patriarch of the Sword Dao, founder of the Sword Sect, the supreme Founder Ancestor of the Human Race." She did not keep him in suspense. "That senior you met was the Sword Ancestor Founder Ancestor, said to be the one who most loved bestowing opportunities upon the younger generation."
Spelling it out clearly would at least let this foolish boy understand exactly what he had missed.
Sword Ancestor... Founder Ancestor?!
Gu Wangjun was stunned for quite a while, feeling as though there were a lump of paste in his head being constantly churned.
Fuck!
He had actually encountered such a great figure—and he had actually refused the Sword Ancestor's transmission?!
He abruptly snapped back to his senses.
"But he, he..."
He "he"-ed for ages, yet could not get the rest of his words out.
"What's with all that 'he, he'? Show some respect to the Founder Ancestor. You little brat