The maidservant poured tea for them and left to get their meal from the kitchen.
The four were now left by themselves.
They waited for Luo Yating to speak.
"It's nothing. It's just–I felt so sad for them. Years ago someone said that as long as they keep rising in their cultivation ranks, they would be able to live longer and perhaps even renew their body. But for some reason, no matter how they cultivate, they could not advance any further. As if they are being held back. I feel so bad for them. So much was taken from them. They weren't able to live freely after what happened to them."
He Zhenya patted her hand to comfort her.
"Have you told them?" Song Jia asked.
She nodded.
"My clan would be eternally grateful for your help. Father has told me that the clan would return this favor as well. You only have to say the word."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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