Yuan Luo spoke righteously, as if he was really a hero with a righteous heart who got rid of the bad guys and defended justice.
Lu Zijia looked at Yuan Luo silently, but her expression was that of amusement, as if she was watching a retarded man speaking.
It was inevitable that martial artists would get injured in a battle. If the loser accused the winner of using sinister tricks, wouldn't all the martial artists who won be evil cultivators?
Seeing that Yuan Luo spoke so confidently and didn't seem to be lying, Tang Zheng couldn't help looking at Luo Baode. "Fellow Taoist Luo, what do you want to say?"
Luo Baode didn't answer Tang Zheng, but turned to look at Lu Zijia. "Lass, just say what you want to say. You don't have to be afraid of offending people if you tell the truth. I'll support you."
Luo Baode patted his chest and said generously, as if he treated Lu Zijia as his underling.
