Senior Luoo's tone was quite inexplicable.
Xiao Yi's mind twitched slightly, equally puzzled.
He didn't know how to describe Senior Luoo's current voice.
Very light? No; very heavy? No, as well.
Concerned? Serious? Genuine? Worried?
No, no, none of these fit.
Xiao Yi couldn't quite put it into words, this few simple phrases from Senior Luoo seemed to hide countless complexities.
Once upon a time, Xiao Yi saw Senior Luoo as one of the few old fellows he could never quite see through.
Of course, that's still true today.
But now these few words make Xiao Yi even more perplexed.
He always had a feeling that the three Masters of the Main Hall seemed to be hiding something from him.
Right at this moment.
Beside him, the Changtian Wine Demon chuckled lightly, "Master, you need not worry about this boy."
"As they say, the good die young, but villains live for a thousand years."
"This boy..."
"Like you?" Senior Luoo interrupted, casting a glance at the Changtian Wine Demon.
