Under the pressure of Old Master Luo's majesty and those eyes that seemed to see through everything, Qhianqhian still avoided the main issues and explained some things, clearly, she couldn't muddle through anymore.
"I knew it!" With a heavy punch on the table, accompanied by a dull sound, Qhianqhian bounced in place.
Old Master Luo and Luo Shufan noticed and were helpless.
Can this child really shoulder the fate of the entire Nine Heavens Pavilion?
If such a child goes to fight with others, how could they be at ease?
"Ah, you all go and rest." Old Master Luo waved helplessly, turned around, and walked tremblingly in another direction with his hands behind his back.
Qhianqhian and Luo Shufan exchanged glances and sighed helplessly.
It's hard to fool Old Master, he's too smart...
Should they admire strong genes, or lament that inheritance is only partial? Is the oldest still the strongest? The older the ginger, the spicier it is?
