The Compassionate Sage's face was dark: "The Ancient Sage gave you Law wine, to serve us Sages."
"You dare to use public resources for personal gain, flaunting your power!"
For the first time, Jiang Fan laid eyes on the real Compassionate Sage.
He appeared to be over eighty years old, his skin slightly dark, cheeks gaunt, eyes sunken, with a hooked nose.
At first glance, he exuded a sense of meanness and ferocity, hard to deal with.
This was far from the imagined meaning of "Compassion" in his name.
Only now did Jiang Fan realize that the Ancient Sage's bestowal of the title "Compassionate Sage" carried a satirical undertone.
The Ancient Sage couldn't care less for someone who entered the realm of sages by exploiting loopholes.
Understanding this, he was even less afraid, calmly saying:
"If you are dissatisfied, then complain to the Ancient Sage."
The Compassionate Sage's gaze grew darker still.
