Chen Ran nodded and said, "Remember to prepare gifts."
"I know, sis." Chen Jian replied, he knew what to do, now that he had agreed, he had to find a way to accomplish it, he must take action now, otherwise there wouldn't be enough time.
Chen Jian left the main hall.
Chen Ran stood by the window, gazing at the distant landscape, her eyes slightly narrowed as she said, "True Martial Saint, I wonder whether you regret what happened back then?"
Chen Ran's sudden words were quite strange.
This Chen Ran definitely did not know Ling Tianyu, yet these words seemed odd.
Chen Ran's expression was somewhat enigmatic.
However, there was definitely a deeper meaning in these words.
Could it be they knew each other?
"Elder sister, where is our second brother?" Not long after Chen Jian left, a young man pushed open the door and entered, holding a wooden sword, still wearing his training attire, clearly having just finished cultivating.
