Upon hearing Luo Chuan say that filming was about to begin, everyone in the hall started bustling about.
Luo Chuan had no idea what there was for them to prepare, anyway.
Still, they at least looked busy, each occupied with their own tasks.
With nothing else to do, Luo Chuan simply went over and sat beside Frost.
Upon seeing Luo Chuan, Frost put down her Magic Phone, her crimson eyes filled with puzzlement.
"Do you know him?" Luo Chuan pointed at Meng Changkong in the distance.
Although this Venerable Meng had only just arrived, he acted as though he were completely at home, recounting his glorious past to Gu Yunxi and the others.
His listeners were absorbed, and Meng Changkong's stories were vivid and animated, with bursts of astonished cries rising from time to time.
Luo Chuan felt that Meng Changkong would make quite a good wandering bard.
Frost frowned slightly, searching through the fragmented memories in her mind. In a quiet voice, she said, "I don't remember... He feels somewhat familiar. I think I may have fought him..."
Frost shook her head. That was all the answer she could give Luo Chuan.
Luo Chuan casually rubbed Frost's head and nodded. "I more or less understand why Meng Changkong reacted like that when he saw you."
He did not know much about Frost's true strength, but she was definitely very powerful. One could not reach the top ranks of the arena's Ranked Mode through luck alone.
Moreover, Frost wielded crimson energy with terrifying corrosive power. Now that the problem with her soul had been resolved, her strength had surely risen by quite a bit.
Still, she seemingly did not follow Tianlan Continent's traditional system of realms. At any rate, she was far stronger than a peak Venerable.
Clearly, Meng Changkong