```
"Hmm... it seems he took advantage of the calamity of the strange ghosts, when the battlefield was tense, and Jiatiange was left unguarded, to sneak in and comprehend the Yantian stele."
"....."
Luo Xiran sighed.
The opportunity and timing were both right, the little devil hadn't lied to her.
The place where the Yantian stele was located was indeed the seclusion site of the Pavilion Master of Jiatiange, and at the time he betrayed and fled, it was exactly when she, the Pavilion Master, was out encircling and slaughtering Saint-strange ghosts.
She remembered that she, the Pavilion Master, seemed to have only been out for a month.
That is to say, back then, his comprehension of the Yantian stele took less than a month.....
With these thoughts, Luo Xiran's bright eyes slowly fell.
The morning breeze gently brushed past the window drapes, and as she gazed at her own reflection in the cup, she sighed softly in her heart.
