Looking at the extraordinary aura of Aunt Xue, Zhang Lan's eyes could not move away.
Mo Hua looked at him with even more disdain.
Zhang Lan coughed and straightened up his appearance, facing Aunt Xue with a serious expression, yet with a hint of sycophancy, he said,
"I am Zhang Lan, may I ask the name of this Taoist friend..."
Aunt Xue didn't even bother with him and directly said to Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, we will wait for you up ahead." After finishing her sentence, she left with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, leaving Zhang Lan standing there dumbfounded, with that sycophantic look still rigid on his face.
Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan with a bit of sympathy. He wanted to pat Zhang Lan on the shoulder, but being too short, he could only manage to pat his waist and said,
"Everyone goes through setbacks, Uncle Zhang, just take it easy..."
The supposed words of comfort, coming out in his childish voice, didn't comfort at all.
