As his cultivation grew stronger, his responsibilities increased.
Rather than bringing peace, it brought more challenges.
Luo Luo did not ask further and just nodded in agreement.
The next day, Jiang Hao sat drinking tea in the same pavilion. Luo Luo, in her tight-fitting attire, showcased her perfect curves and shapely legs which frequently drew attention from passersby.
She stood behind Jiang Hao, like a maid, and gently played her zither.
Occasionally, people around glanced their way, but Jiang Hao paid them no mind.
It was all meaningless to him. It did not affect him at all.
Perhaps it was because of the Heaven Extinction Gu Poison.
Unless it concerned Hong Yuye, he was indifferent to everything else.
Beauty and ugliness were equal in his eyes.
It gradually shaped his heart to view everything the same way.
The person who approached them that day was a middle-aged man. He had a hint of death energy on him.
