Liu Xian nodded and smiled at Tangyu, then turned to Luo Ke and the others, saying, "Daoist Luo Ke, consider today's matter as giving me some face. Let's end it here, shall we?"
Luo Ke had suffered a great loss and was grateful that Liu Xian had intervened to save his life. Naturally, he had no objections and bowed to Liu Xian with gratitude, saying, "Thank you. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be participating in the Myriad Immortals Conference. I'll take my leave now. Farewell."
Having lost face so badly, Luo Ke certainly couldn't stay here any longer.
Liu Xian said, "Daoist Luo Ke, no need to rush. I've already prepared a luncheon, and all the guests are here. Let's bring the luncheon forward. Everyone, please follow me. As the host, I haven't properly entertained you. Please forgive my neglect. Daoist Luo Ke, why not join us for the luncheon before you leave? It won't be too late."
