Chen Xuan chuckled playfully, "You don't even know the Young Hall Master's name, and you're worshipping blindly? Isn't that funny?"
Hmph!
Mo Ying's face darkened, "I don't know his name or what he looks like, but I've heard stories about him!"
"Is it wrong to idolize someone? Who are you to stop me?"
Chen Xuan laughed, "I never expected that you're my little fangirl."
"Shut up! Who's your little fangirl? Don't insult my idol!" Mo Ying glared angrily, looking ready to fight Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan waved his hand with a smile, "I wasn't kidding, I am the Young Hall Master you're talking about."
What?
Mo Ying stared at him in disbelief, "I don't believe it! Unless you show the Holy Temple's token!"
"The Young Hall Master wears a Black Gold Ring, that's the Holy Ring! Can you produce it?"
"Is it this?" Chen Xuan pulled out a black ring from his pocket, smiling at Mo Ying, "You can verify its authenticity yourself."
With that, he tossed the Black Gold Ring to Mo Ying.
