"If there is nothing else to take care of, then I will take my leave. But before I leave, I would like to remind you that you must be very careful in choosing disciples in the future, and do not waste your precious energy on someone who has no development potential." After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave.
Faced with such direct and harsh words, Pajeni could only lower his head, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He nodded mechanically and replied, "I understand..."
Every time I think back to the scene of my first meeting with Chu Jinghong, I still feel a lingering fear - even though he was several meters away, and even though he was wearing a mask, his suffocating presence was still enough to shock everyone around him.
Although the mysterious mask did not appear this time, the invisible yet irresistible powerful pressure surrounding it did not diminish in the slightest, as if the passage of time could not cause even the slightest erosion of it.
Chu Jinghong finally left with Xia Yuqing and Lu Jingyi, and he slowly straightened up. The long wait had made his body a little tired, but his heart felt a sense of relief that it was over.
"Can you treat me to a meal?"
Pajeni asked the man in black respectfully in a low voice, his words full of humility and expectation, his eyes flashing with desire and anxiety.
The man in black lowered his head slightly and said in a cold voice: "People should learn to be content with what they have. It is a rare honor to receive my autograph. Don't ask for too much." As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to suddenly cool down several degrees, and Pajeni suddenly felt a chill that went through his bones.
"Yes! I will be careful with my words and actions and will not dare to have any more extravagant demands."
Pajeni responded quickly, a flattering smile plastered on his face.
Even though he was known as the Emperor of Music, he still seemed insignificant in front of Chu Jinghong. His signature, which was extremely precious, was nothing more than a piece of waste paper that could be discarded at will in the eyes of Chu Jinghong.
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