"You, how could you be here!" Ji Zhi was scared and shivering. Seeing Jiang Li here was scarier than seeing a ghost.
Great rain was pouring, bringing a chill to Qingcheng. Now, the chill in Ji Zhi's heart was more than just a little.
"I have already said it, what difficulty does the insignificant way of time present to me? Do you think that I am moving freely on the river of time by brute force?"
Jiang Li patted Ji Zhi's shoulder, and comforted: "Relax, we are all classmates, I won't hurt you."
"I don't have a good memory, you see, you told Bai Hongtu that I was impersonating a disciple of Dao Sect twelve years ago, I almost forgot it."
"And you wrote in every book about the way of time on the first page, 'Brother Jiang, don't bother reading, you won't be able to learn it'. I also almost forgot about this."
Ji Zhi shivered even more after listening, he feared that his blood would stain the river of time today.
This ancestral blessing didn't help at all.