Although that's the case, Lu Chuan had clearly walked into a deadlock.
He had already been cornered by the General; trying to reverse the situation now was easier said than done.
Looking around, the place was filled with distinguished guests, all important figures from various factions, including a gaunt but energetic old monk.
A Taoist who kept his eyes slightly closed, as if indifferent to everything around him.
Family Heads chatting and raising their glasses.
Every single one was a formidable figure, and even one-on-one, Lu Chuan didn't have full confidence, let alone having to fight his way out.
"This is troublesome..."
Lu Chuan sighed secretly, trying to seek assistance from the Tower Spirit, but at this stage, even the Tower Spirit was at a loss for solutions.
"You shouldn't have been so reckless."
"I was bound to have a battle with the Han family sooner or later, it's just that I got plotted against this time."
"Survival seems bleak."
