When Grace Buduo saw John Han actually appeared here, his expression suddenly froze.
He hummed the word "you" over and over for a long time, but in the end he still had some sense of propriety and kept himself together, not saying anything like "Why are you here? Why did the secret meeting with you end so early?"
But even so, his performance was embarrassing enough: his clothes were disheveled and his face was frightened. Although he had no blood or injuries on his body, he looked even less respectable than if he had been injured.
At least the White Tiger Sect Master shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing? Come down quickly!"
Grace Buduo pulled his robe dejectedly, half covering his face, and crawled off the stage as if in shame. He stood aside with his head hung low, as honest as a quail.
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