Upon seeing this woman, the many strong beings of various races in the hall stand up one after another and bow respectfully.
"Greetings, Seventh Lady!"
Indeed!
The woman who arrived is none other than the owner of Zhanxiang Pavilion, known as the Seventh Lady.
At this moment, the Seventh Lady's face is as cold as frost. She first looks down at the blood-soaked ground, her eyes exuding a piercing coldness, and then slowly lifts her head to stare intently at Xue An.
"Did you do all this?"
Since the Seventh Lady barged into the hall, Xue An has been watching her.
Upon hearing her question, Xue An nods meaningfully.
"Yes! Didn't you just see everything?"
The anger in the Seventh Lady's eyes boils, "Good! You sure have the courage, daring to wreak havoc in my Zhanxiang Pavilion. Do you know what this place is?"
Xue An speaks calmly, "What kind of place?"
