Dorothy: "....."
The homebody witch looked at the furious Sage Nun on the ground, then glanced at her apologetic Ancestral Elder, and for a moment, she wasn't sure what to say.
Well, I can only say that your ancestor is indeed your ancestor.
Dorothy originally thought that sometimes she accidentally hurt others and couldn't take care of others' feelings well, but compared to Yemengade, the homebody witch suddenly felt her emotional intelligence was quite high.
Oh my ancestor, just look at what you're saying.
The homebody witch originally thought that only knowing about ten people out of more than a hundred in her university class over four years was already quite reclusive, but never expected to encounter a greater master now.
Back in the day, with colleagues over a thousand years, even sitting next to each other, you only knew thirteen people, and you still couldn't recognize them? This is...
Pitiful, Miss Sage Nun, you really are pitiful.
