"Fellow Daoist Luo, it's a shame you didn't come earlier. Otherwise, Fellow Daoist Li would have made a bet with us, and he'd be losing to us right now."
"Oh?"
Luo Yiyang replied nonchalantly while processing the voice transmission from his grandson.
"You'll understand if you look over there."
Luo Yiyang glanced in the direction Wen Zhongyun was pointing, where the disciples of the Wind Ling Sect were sitting cross-legged.
Indeed, one look was all it took for Luo Yiyang to understand what they had been betting on.
"No, even if Fellow Daoist Luo had come earlier, I wouldn't have made the bet," Li Mingyi retorted.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Li, you're just being stubborn."
As Wen Zhongyun and Li Mingyi chatted, Luo Yiyang, who now understood Fang Yun's situation, also joined their verbal battlefield.
For the rest of the time, the conversation was dominated by these three.
