Petty

"Sir, you really don't intend to go in?" Bai Ling asked.

At the entrance of the Ling Chan Moon Palace.

Bai Ling held a flower umbrella and a plum blossom that she had just plucked. A faint smile appeared on her beautiful face. "Sir, don't regret it."

"I'm not going in."

Luo Qingzhou did not say anything else and bid farewell.

It was just a story.

With First Young Miss Qin's personality, it was impossible for her to like it.

As for Miss Xia Chan, who was as cold as frost and only knew how to dance and kill, she would not listen.

He would not waste time on unnecessary things.

He returned to the courtyard.

Looking at the time, it was almost noon.

He did not go out to cultivate again. Instead, he returned to his room and took out the books on martial artists to read.

Outside the window, the snowflakes stopped falling.

Time passed quietly.