Sadness? Impossible

Seeing her actions, Luo Jin's lips twitched, and the two men in black were also at a loss for words.

Was this chubby little girl really the one their hall master fancied? What for? Her youth? Or her penchant for acting spoiled?

Zhouzhou paid them no mind. Smiling, she tucked away the copper coins, patted Luo Jin's shoulder, and signaled for them to make way.

Luo Jin, who always disliked the Enforcer Hall members, couldn't be bothered with their nonsense and simply lifted his leg to leave.

But after taking just two steps, a weak voice sounded behind him, "A'Jin..."

Luo Jin's eyelids trembled slightly, but he did not turn around.

Zhouzhou looked back and saw Qingyang being supported by two Taoists, almost devoid of strength, his thin frame leaning against them, trembling as he walked.

She shook her head, thinking that if he had known it would come to this, he wouldn't have acted as he did before.