"Brother Lin, what is the meaning of this?"
Inside the magnificent, resplendent mansion, the Cold Light Divine General stared in astonishment at Lin Guangdong, who had just returned.
"Lin Guangdong" looked hesitant as he faced the Cold Light Divine General. "Brother Jiang, it's not that I'm being fickle. It's just that I'm truly uneasy about dealing with a True Disciple. If a True Disciple were to meet with a mishap on my territory, the consequences would be severe!"
Upon hearing this, the Cold Light Divine General instantly understood why he had returned.
Jiang Hanguang was inwardly contemptuous. 'This Lin Guangdong is so indecisive. It's obvious he's not cut out for great things.'
'No wonder that, despite being a Quasi-Saint, he's only managed to become a mere Village Chief.'
