"No, I have to find someone to save her."
Ling Xinyue was just about to leave when she stopped in the blink of an eye.
"That's not right. I clearly wanted to separate from that bastard Lu Xiaoran. Why should I save his disciple? Can't I just let his disciple fend for herself? It has nothing to do with me!"
However, she quickly became conflicted again.
"She's not Lu Xiaoran. Although I hate Lu Xiaoran, she didn't do anything wrong. She's only Lu Xiaoran's disciple. What does she have to do with Lu Xiaoran?"
"I think I'll go and find someone to help."
…
On the other side, in the arena of Heaven Water City.
Old Master Lu had already arrived early.
He placed his hands behind his back and stood proudly in the center of the arena. He was like a spear that towered into the sky and supported the world of the Lu family.
