However, Thunderstorm was not swayed by his words. He let out a cold laugh, turned around, and was about to take Luo Chen and fly away from Fang Pavilion. "No need, in that case, we'll take our leave." His voice conveyed an undeniable firmness and determination.
As they were about to fly away from Fang Pavilion, Luo Chen turned back to glance at Loulan Ergong. He noticed that the other still wore that smug smile, as if everything was within his control. This filled Luo Chen with greater anticipation and curiosity about the future of this game.
"Mr. Pixiu, please stay!" Loulan Ergong's cry was urgent, but Thunderstorm seemed not to hear, not turning his head as he swiftly flew down with Luo Chen, landing steadily outside the crowd. They had barely gotten their footing before Loulan Ergong and two middle-aged men followed closely behind, their faces tinged with urgency.
