Our War Isn't Over

All of a sudden. Some long-standing haze disappeared from the depths of his heart.

Ever seen the day Luoluo retired, Zhao Sanpang felt helpless.

The global server's no.1 sorcerer had to leave in such a manner. It seemed as though other than them, no one else understood the meaning of the Golden Triangle.

To the audience, they would like any drama with a similar plot. Hence, it didn't matter who left.

But to him, that was Luoluo. Just Luoluo.

Regardless of how many people debuted, it wouldn't be the Golden Triangle.

Zhao Sanpang removed his apron, his gaze deep. "Let me ask you a question, why didn't you deal with those people, it shouldn't be hard.

Bo Jiu glanced to the side, a glint in the corners of her eye. "Would you fall for such a trick?"

Zhao Sanpang bit down on his teeth. "Explain it."