"Ah… Mr. Wen… you, you want a servant token?"
Lianxin never imagined Wen Zhixing would say such a thing. Not just her, even Murong Fenghua hadn't expected it. Those so-called God prides, each one haughty and arrogant, would find being labeled as a servant an utter humiliation. How could they have predicted Wen Zhixing would be so utterly shameless?
"This… this… that… Mr. Wen…" For a moment, Lianxin found herself at a loss for words.
"What's wrong?" Wen Zhixing spoke, his demeanor calm. "Is a servant token difficult to obtain?"
He had never cared about so-called status. Strength was the essence.
"It's… not that…" Lianxin forced a smile and said, "It's just… a servant token requires a disciple of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land to accompany the recipient to register and collect it. Now that the miss is not here… we can't get one."
"Can't get one? How troublesome!" Wen Zhixing frowned. "Did Fairy Murong say when she would return?"
"The miss didn't say." Lianxin shook her head.
