Seeing Lan Ran suddenly appear here did not surprise me in the slightest. After all, when the battle had just reached its exhilarating peak, she had already led Shang Jun and Ren Zihe nearby, and they had watched the entire fight.
It seemed Zhou Chen had deliberately stopped us from ending the battle because he knew the two candidates for Di Huang had appeared. He wanted everyone to see my swordsmanship, which would make it more convincing.
I instantly withdrew the countless strands of Sword Qi around me, then clasped my hands and bowed. "Could you be Senior Lan, the leader of Tian Xuan? This junior pays his respects."
"So you're Luo Han? The discarded disciple of Tian City?" Lan Ran asked bluntly.
"I haven't disappointed Senior Lan. This junior is indeed Luo Han." I spoke with a broad smile, and my eyes shone with a certain radiance—the infatuation one felt only toward a woman one had taken a liking to.
Lan Ran looked me up and down. At last, her gaze met mine, and her brows drew together slightly. "You won the competition and are now a member of Di Huang. However, it could also be said that you aren't."
"Senior Lan, why? Is my strength insufficient?" I asked regretfully. Lan Ran narrowed her eyes halfway. "Insufficient strength can still be made up for later, but if your state of mind is lacking, no amount of patching will be of the slightest use!"
I was instantly startled. "Senior Lan, did this junior do something that caused you to misunderstand? I can change. I can become the way Senior Lan likes."
Those blatant words were delivered with such righteous solemnity that most of the immortals wore angry expressions, though they found it inconvenient to act. Seeing me speak so humbly,