Xiao Yi just clasped his hands, with a faint smile.
His gaze also paused towards the distant horizon.
Perhaps it was this mountain wind that felt somewhat desolate.
Xiao Yi felt a touch of emotion, and smiled knowingly.
"Senior Luoo hasn't told me what he wants to discuss with me."
Senior Luoo chuckled, "Maybe you have something to ask me?"
Xiao Yi laughed, "I intended to ask, and then thought otherwise, but now that Senior Luoo mentions it, I feel inclined to ask."
"Ask." Senior Luoo uttered a single character.
Xiao Yi organized his thoughts and said, "After the great battle at the Holy Moon event, I directly fell into a coma for several days."
"When I awoke, I didn't have much chance to discuss anything with the Masters of the Main Hall."
"In fact, I am quite puzzled as to why Senior Luoo collaborated with the Saint Lord."
"Is it that strange?" Senior Luoo retorted.
"Strange indeed." Xiao Yi nodded.
