Hmm?
Qian Hongxuan frowned deeply, then let out a cold laugh, "Old Ling, this joke of yours is a bit much. To even come up with such nonsense, I truly admire you."
"Why, don't you believe me?" Old Master Ling sneered.
Qian Hongxuan looked at Old Master Ling's confident expression, his eyes shifting unpredictably.
He couldn't determine whether Old Master Ling's words held any truth.
If Chen Xuan really is the Young Hall Master of the Holy Temple, the Qian Family can't afford to offend him!
Not daring to take any chances, he immediately asked the butler to bring a phone.
"I have a long-time partner abroad, I'll know once I ask."
Qian Hongxuan glanced at Old Master Ling, then made a call, "Hello, Mr. George, I'd like to inquire, how do you address the Young Hall Master of the Holy Temple?"
George chuckled dryly, "Mr. Qian, you're putting me on a pedestal. How could I possibly come into contact with such a deity? Almost no one has seen his true face."
