Jiang Chuan knew Du Chuan misunderstood and couldn't help but smile faintly, saying, "Old Du, you've misunderstood."
"I know what you mean, but honestly, I wasn't bothered by those words."
Jiang Chuan was speaking sincerely.
Although the earlier sarcasm was sharp, Jiang Chuan didn't take it to heart at all.
Because those with ability don't need others' acknowledgment.
Do I, being strong, need your recognition?
No need!
So, in the face of others' mockery, disdain, and ridicule, Jiang Chuan merely smiled faintly.
He is not a saint; he is just powerful enough to ignore the ridicule of the insignificant.
When the tiger roars in the forest, it is the king of beasts.
Do you think it would care about the ridicule of an ant?
Du Chuan felt relieved after Jiang Chuan's explanation.
But he was still confused, pointing at Pala and asking Jiang Chuan, "But why is he babbling and kneeling here?"
