"Who is it? Quick! Release them... Luo Qingtong?"
Second Master Luo watched with a face full of horror as the faerie-like, jade-like face appeared before him.
"Luo Qingtong... how... how could it be you?"
"Why... shouldn't it be me? Who did Second Uncle expect it to be?"
Luo Qingtong waved her hand, and immediately a warrior of the Great Martial General Realm brought over a chair for her.
Seated elegantly, Luo Qingtong lightly touched the black-gold armrest on the chair before raising her head to look at Second Master Luo, whose face was filled with panic.
"Why the panic, Second Uncle? Is it bad that I came to see you? Or does seeing me remind you of something guilty you've done?"
As Luo Qingtong spoke, she flicked her translucent and crystal-like nails.
"Luo Qingtong... you... you mustn't spout nonsense! What have I done to feel guilty about?"
Second Old Master Luo's exterior was fierce, but inside he was filled with apprehension.
