It was indeed quite unfortunate.
Luo Meng, who excelled in flaunting his prowess, had encountered Yin Hao, who was quick-witted in times of crisis.
Though quick-witted, Yin Hao was still quite jittery.
Previously, being far away, he hadn't even had the chance to sense the brilliant aura of Xie Tian.
But he was overly anxious, because Luo Meng was too close, and to this day his knee still throbbed faintly.
Thus, as soon as Yin Hao spoke, Luo Meng was dumbfounded.
After his confusion, the expression on his cold face, unchanged for decades, began to shift slowly.
"Is this a smile?"
Just as Yin Hao was guessing what kind of expression Luo Meng was showing, Luo Meng gently patted his shoulder.
"Ha, it's like the floodwaters knocked down the Dragon King's temple—a family failing to recognize each other. Let's meet more often in the future."
Leaving those words, Luo Meng darted off to an unknown place in a whiz.
