Because in Sect Master Luo's eyes, the two had never been opponents.
Or rather, given the strength of his daughter and his Personal Disciple, neither was worth Sect Master Luo's serious attention.
What they needed, then, was genuine remorse.
Unless they realized that the entire affair had been their fault from beginning to end, they would never break free of the hatred in their hearts.
Instead, Pan Zhiting would go on believing that Sect Master Luo had bullied her. Even if she managed to walk out of the tower before the Heavenly Moon Sect Mountain Gate, a tower that was like a prison,
her Dao Heart would remain trapped. She would be unable to escape the prison she had built within herself.
In the end, she might suffer a cultivation deviation—or bring about a catastrophe.
"I understand!"
Luo Yi found the Heavenly Moon Sect's Dao Seed before him a little strange. He did not know who Pan Zhiting and Cheng Yu, whom the man had mentioned earlier, were, but he was still willing to do him this favor.
After all, the man had stood firm against the pressure brought by the Southern Sea Dragon Palace's Seventh Prince, a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse, and had kept Tianyan Sect intact against the Southern Sea Dragon Palace's army.
If not for the monk, then for the Buddha. Even without credit for the outcome, the man had put in plenty of effort.
It was something Luo Yi could accomplish with a mere lift of his hand, so he had no reason to refuse.
Having made up his mind, Luo Yi stood quietly in place, waiting for the man to bring out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone so that he could write the Edict.
Instead, Pan Zhengxiong raised an eyebrow, confusion and bewilderment plain in his