Once the gate opened and the public's enthusiasm surged, doing anything out of line could irritate the Empress's nerves, and they feared it might bring about disaster.
"Little Qingluo, don't blame Brother Zhan for being nosy. The people want to see you, so go out and let them admire and worship you."
Luo Zhan's eyes twinkled, and he smirked playfully, seizing the opportunity to instigate, "The Eldest Miss of the Duke of Zhen's Mansion has unparalleled prestige, and even the arena has collapsed. Are you afraid of being seen by people?"
"I haven't had a chance to verify with the Pavilion Master about the rumors spreading among the people that the Heaven-descended Goddess has arrived."
Lin Qingluo helplessly touched her forehead, implying something: "Brother Zhan, what are you trying to plot? What rumors do you want to spread by holding an arena competition?"
"Ahem."
Luo Zhan's face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly twice.