At this moment, Li Chang'an seemed exceptionally dependable.
To outsiders, he was clearly heartbroken himself, yet forcibly suppressed his grief to comfort Luo Hao's descendant.
A person like this was worth befriending in any era.
"No wonder Fellow cultivator Li has such extensive connections. With a friend like him, even if something happens to me in the future, I need not worry about my descendants."
Quite a few people present had such thoughts.
Invisibly.
Li Chang'an's reputation rose another notch.
He saw through everyone's thoughts, but his expression did not change as he continued comforting Luo Zhiyuan.
As time passed.
Ning Qingliu, Yao Lanqin, and the other cultivators of the Luo Yu Lineage arrived one after another.
At first, none of them were willing to believe Luo Hao had died, but the facts lay before them.
"Big Brother Luo possessed many methods, and Master had even bestowed protective treasures upon him. How could he have died here so easily?"
"I fear that Qiao Sheng had been plotting this for many years."
"That man was deeply scheming and ruthless. Big Brother Luo should never have trusted him so readily. Alas—"
Everyone believed.
Luo Hao had died because he had not been scheming enough.
He had wanted a fair battle, but Qiao Sheng had secretly used despicable methods, leading to his death here.
"Yes, Fellow Cultivator Luo was open and upright, an honest man. He most likely fell into Qiao Sheng's trap."
Li Chang'an nodded and voiced his agreement with the crowd.
At this moment.
A cold voice suddenly rang out from the horizon.
"Utter nonsense! How could my elder brother be that sort of person?"
Hearing this, everyone turned toward the sound.
A flying ship appeared on the horizon. The cultivators aboard wore green robes and exuded dense Wood Element auras.