Even Han Biluo felt a burst of sorrow. According to Luo Cheng's character, perhaps that really would be the final result.
"Is there really no room for any leeway?" asked Han Biluo.
"Thank you for your advice, but the enmity between me and Jiao Shuang is unresolvable. The people by my side are not my chess pieces."
Luo Cheng's words caused Han Biluo to be a bit angry. But that anger had only just surfaced when it was replaced by a dim sadness.
"To be your friend really is fortunate," she sighed. In the sinister cultivation world, people like Luo Cheng were truly few and far between.
As the proverb went, when the dead were dead, the living had a duty to continue living. She had really never heard of someone who would throw away their own life to get revenge for dead people.
