Xiao Yingyue was a bit stunned, but being as clever as she was, she quickly understood what Jiang Lan meant.
He wanted to hide his cultivation and strength, so he needed someone to take the blame for killing Lin Fan and the Demon Python.
And right now, the most suitable person for that was, of course, her.
"Aren't you making things difficult for me, Young Master Jiang? I have no cultivation to speak of. I can barely take a step in this pitch-black Abyss of Despair…"
She gently shook her head, her limpid eyes revealing a faint trace of helplessness and sorrow.
"Miss Xiao, why must you sell yourself so short?"
Jiang Lan smiled, his gaze falling on her picturesque, fairy-like face. He waved a hand to cut her off. "As a Supreme Elder of Medicine King Valley, if you can't even handle one Lin Fan and a Sixth Realm Demon King, it's a bit hard to justify, wouldn't you say?"
"What…"
