Su Jiu noticed that neither Chong Mo nor Ouyang Yanyu was among the group behind Lou Sheng and Ye Wanqing.
Remembering what had happened between them, Su Jiu lowered her gaze slightly.
By then, Chu Luohen had already stepped down from the arena.
Most of the crowd had dispersed as well. Chu Luohen cast a brief glance over the people gathered around Su Jiu. Every one of them wore loose robes with flowing-cloud patterns embroidered along the cuffs. Though the embroidery varied in color, the robes were identical in style.
They were clearly disciples of the Azure Tide Sect.
On his way here, Chu Luohen had already heard the basics about certain aspects of this world, so he was not particularly surprised to see them.
Chu Luohen was aloof by nature. He barely paid attention to disciples from his own sect, let alone those from an Azure Tide Sect in another world.
But while he could choose not to respond, Lou Sheng could not remain entirely silent.
Lou Sheng briefly introduced himself and his junior sister, then stepped back to Su Jiu's other side. It was apparent that he did not particularly enjoy dealing with others.
Su Jiu felt that her junior granduncle possessed a remarkable ability: he could always turn a perfectly decent atmosphere into an awkward one. Most importantly, he never felt the slightest awkwardness himself.
She sighed helplessly and could only bid Lou Sheng and the others farewell.
But she had barely taken a few steps when she saw Qi Song and the Fang Family members approaching.
Qi Song looked rather grave. Yet when he caught sight of the stranger beside Su Jiu, surprise surfaced on his face, and he fell completely silent.
His innate gift was a form of perception, after all. How could he fail