At this moment, Jiang Fan was as innocent as he could be.
He sat at home, and yet trouble came from the skies.
He sighed helplessly and said, "I am not lying."
"I am executing a third-level mission. How can it be compared to Senior Sister's second-level mission?"
Third level?
Zhang Xuemou was stunned.
The female disciples behind her also showed incredulous expressions.
"Ah? The person praised by the master to the heavens should at least be on a second-level mission or even a first-level mission, right?"
"Could it be that we were right? The master just likes his handsome appearance?"
"I can't believe that such a talented person in the master's words only received a third-level mission."
Zhang Xuemou, who originally wanted to compare herself with Jiang Fan, was dumbfounded.
It took her a while to snap out of it and look Jiang Fan up and down in astonishment.
She couldn't understand either and muttered, "I really don't know what the master sees in you."