The top floor of the Tower of Winds, the observation deck.
When the elevator arrived, Luo Zhen and Leafa stepped off at the same time and came here.
Bright sunlight poured down from above.
A comfortable breeze brushed past them.
The boy and girl stood side by side at the edge of the observation deck, gazing into the distance.
Only one of them had a relaxed look on his face, while the other was somewhat silent.
Luo Zhen glanced at Leafa's expression and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"Looks like I caused you quite a bit of trouble."
For the time being, Luo Zhen still said that.
Whether he truly felt that way was another matter.
Leafa rolled her eyes at Luo Zhen with obvious annoyance.
"Anyway, you went that far because you didn't want me to have anything more to do with someone like that, right?"
Leafa had still seen through Luo Zhen's intentions.
The reason Luo Zhen had trampled Sigrut into the dirt, besides disliking him and wanting to vent Leafa's anger, was that he wanted to thoroughly antagonize Sigrut so he could no longer use all kinds of righteous-sounding excuses to force Leafa to remain in his party.
Otherwise, the other party was still the Wind Elf Lord's aide and one of the higher-ups among the Wind Elves. As long as he used moral blackmail such as "for the sake of the race" and "for the sake of the group," he could force Leafa to remain in his party.
Considering that, Luo Zhen had offended Sigrut beyond repair, made him lose all face, and simply torn off the mask between them so he would not have to put up with that self-important man.
Of course, this was an extremely radical approach.
Antagonizing an opponent beyond repair meant