In the small courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion.
Following Fu Qiu's question.
The man dressed in black robes and hat, his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking just like the most ordinary elder in the village, Zhong Mudao.
At this moment, also couldn't help but silently nod his head.
"Logically speaking, whether it's Changping Prefecture or Wan Shan Prefecture, they should have chosen to support the Changqing Prefecture Sub-sect,"
"Yet they suddenly openly chose to support our Luo Mountain Prefecture Sub-sect."
"This matter is indeed somewhat unusual..."
When Luo Changfeng heard this, his expression remained unchanged.
He simply narrowed his eyes slightly.
Picking up the cup of tea on the stone table.
