After leaving Lan Baohua's mansion halfway up the mountain, Liu Mang and Lu Mengyao walked down the mountain path.
Reuniting with his senior disciple sister after ten years, Liu Mang was somewhat depressed.
If it were possible, he truly wished he hadn't come today, that he hadn't seen Lan Baohua at all.
Lu Mengyao, holding one of Liu Mang's hands, gave him a rare smile, and spoke gently, "Are you very unhappy?"
Liu Mang sighed softly and shook his head slightly, "Not really, just feeling a bit sentimental. How could our master and mistress, being the people they are, have raised such a daughter?"
Lu Mengyao said, "Everyone has their own life to live, their own choices to make. Your senior disciple sister became what she is by her own choice. She chose this path and no one could stop her, it's got nothing to do with anyone else."
Before tonight, Lu Mengyao was actually quite keen on meeting Lan Baohua, to see for herself what kind of person she was.
