The Sect’s Affairs Pavilion

"I'm sorry, Elder Zhao Lu. I didn't mean to bring up your past," Duan Ling Tian said, feeling embarrassed and apologetic for bringing up Zhao Lu's sad memories. If he had known, he naturally would not have said anything.

"It's fine," Zhao Lu said and waved his hand after taking a deep breath, "Everyone in the Cloud Peak faction knows about this. Sooner or later, you would've found out about it. Moreover, despite what others say, I don't feel guilty about joining the Cloud Peak faction."

Although Zhao Lu was rather calm, Duan Ling Tian could sense that Zhao Lu was slightly emotional. It was obvious the matter still affected Zhao Lu despite his words that indicated otherwise.