Jiang Jiamian was stunned, fearing that he would run away again, and quickly transformed his thoughts into a message and sent it out.
[Lone Commander: Oh, group leader, don't misunderstand! I just admire your demeanor, so I want to see your true appearance!]
[Group leader: Admire?]
[Lone Commander: Ah, yes! My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless! Just like the sun and moon in the sky, shining brightly!]
[Group leader: You can stop looking up, I'm not a deity, and I'm definitely not dead.]
[I can't think of a name: Pffft! Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't hold it back.]
[Sword Master: Jiamian, don't use words carelessly.]
[Lone commander: Oh, don't worry about these details, after all, my neck is already sore. Group leader, then can I have the honor to see your true face? By the way, may I ask, what do you think of the expression you just sent? If there's something off, just let me know and I'll gladly change it!]
[Group leader: Open your eyes.]