"Brother Zhan, considering our years of acquaintance, let's just let this go."
Lin Qingluo had no mood to listen to his nonsense, her brows slightly darkened, showing a touch of seriousness.
"Could you please deliver a message to your Pavilion Master. Qingluo's future is in her own hands, there's no need for anyone to push or persuade, and she certainly doesn't want anyone to use this to achieve their own ends. I hope your Pavilion Master realizes this and stops causing unnecessary trouble, preventing the harmony between us."
"Little Qingluo, Brother Zhan swears by his heart that every word just said is sincere."
Luo Zhan was stunned, rarely showing an awkward expression: "As for the message you asked me to pass on, don't worry; Brother Zhan promises to report to Pavilion Master without missing a word."
"That would be great!"
Lin Qingluo did not want to waste any more time, her figure flashed, disappearing from the spot.
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