The figure was none other than Chu Qingcheng, who had left just moments before.
He struck a pose that just begged to be punched and spoke with a look of tough love. "It's for the best that you can think that way."
"A person has to be low-key. No matter how powerful your cultivation is, you can't be too ostentatious. Take me, for example. I make sure the whole world knows just how low-key I am," Chu Qingcheng said with a "sincere" expression.
"Hmph."
Shen Moran let out a small huff, quickly wiped the tears from her face, and turned away.
The melancholy atmosphere was largely dispelled by Chu Qingcheng's appearance, and the people outside the pavilion began to snicker.
Shen Lang flared up. "Couldn't you at least make a sound before you appear? Sneaking around without a peep, are you trying to scare someone to death?!"
