Old Jiang Ba chuckled dryly. "Miss Ruan, is there perhaps some misunderstanding between us?"
Even though the man before her was the Eighth Master, whose name echoed throughout several cities around the East Sea, Ruan Lan still glared at him with puffed cheeks. But ultimately, she managed to stop herself from bursting into curses. After all, this was the ruthless man who had allegedly nailed a rival's entire family of seventeen alive inside their coffins.
Old Jiang Ba carefully explained to Xu Lai that he had absolutely not tarnished Ruan Lan's reputation, even offering to swear a deadly oath. Xu Lai understood and reluctantly tried to convey to Ruan Lan that Old Jiang Ba was actually a good person.
Ruan Lan pouted. "A good person? He didn't just nail his competitors; he didn't even spare their wives, children, and elders!"
At this, tears of grievance welled up in Old Jiang Ba's eyes.
