Wind Xin did not ponder for too long before arriving at an answer.
Just as he was about to speak, Jian Lan scoffed and said, "Never mind, you don't have to respond. Right now, you are just a captive of others. Whether you admit it or not is meaningless. I won't believe a word you say. Just stop talking. Even if you want to admit it, I wouldn't accept it!"
The胎灵 nestled in her arm, spewing out small streams of spirit energy, making sounds like a child’s laughter.
Jian Lan smacked its little behind firmly, scolding, "Stop making such weird noises! I told you not to run around, you’re driving me crazy!"
The胎灵’s ugly little face scrunched up, and it finally calmed down a bit.
The mother and child hurried out of Nan Yang Hall, with Wind Xin calling out from behind, "Jian Lan! Jian Lan!" But there was no response.
In the end, he was the only one left in Nan Yang Hall.
Wind Xin dejectedly slumped back into a seat, glaring at the large white radish that had left behind several rows of distorted teeth marks.
He glared for a long while, then covered his forehead with his right hand and lay flat on the ground, even lacking the strength to curse.
Inside Nan Yang Hall, Xie Lian also sighed.