He had never thought of shouldering such a heavy responsibility. He had always been obsessed with martial arts and revenge and did not want to be an official and deal with the major clans.
Because in Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, there were only three kinds of men. One liked to say rhetoric, the other liked money, and the other liked beauty.
Dealing with people was nothing but rhetoric. The most important thing was whose words were more convincing. This skill he didn't think he had.
As for money, it was only enough for him to live. There were beauties around him. But he had never thought of giving money to others.
His goal had always been to become a super-powerful warrior and then to pursue the legendary martial arts to the extreme.
How could he accept this task?
"Don't you think it's ridiculous? I won't agree to it." Jiang Xiaobai looked at Bai Yang and snorted.