Even the pure and cute Chen Duling paled in comparison.
"Hmph."
Jiang Nan snorted coldly.
Zhang Lingfeng's loud and obnoxious personality made her frown directly.
Within the cold snort, accompanied by the ripple of mental telekinesis, Zhang Lingfeng felt as if enveloped by waves, surrounded by intense mental telekinesis ripples, his whole body instantly immobilized.
Lifted and then thrown down.
"Sect Leader, is there something you need?"
Zhang Lingfeng hastily spoke respectfully.
"Your Sea of Consciousness value is not bad, but unfortunately, you've only mastered three thoughts. There's still a long way to go to become a Destruction Mentalist."
Jiang Nan reminded him.
"The road is long and difficult. Can I choose not to walk it?"
Zhang Lingfeng asked.
"Nonsense."
Jiang Nan looked speechless.
