"Forget it, think positively."
Luo Zhan's eyes sparkled as he consoled with a smile, "Since we've lost the initiative and the advantage of being in the same sect, at least we have established a good relationship with a cultivator who has such great luck. The unknown future will certainly bring benefits."
"Sigh."
The Wind and Moon Pavilion Master had lost count of how many times she sighed recently.
Every time she thought about how Little Qingluo had become Ancestor Kunlun's personal disciple, her heart ached like a knife twisting inside, almost to the point of coughing up blood.
However, she had no choice but to admit that Luo Zhan made sense.
Having lost the chance once, she couldn't afford to lose it for a second time.
Thinking of this, she waved her jade-like hand lightly, summoning a piece of paper. She quickly read it, then with a flicker, she disappeared from the booth.
"Hehe, she left pretty quickly."
