With Nalan Jiuhuang's methods, if she were to absorb the vitality of another expert, she could restore herself to the appearance of a charming woman in her thirties.
The crowd exchanged glances, none willing to be the one to step forward.
Because Nalan Jiuhuang was the one who struck down the first person to stand out, she had plenty of ways to deal with you.
At this moment, a member of the Nalan family came in to report, "Aunt Jiu, Nalan Xiaotian has returned with an important matter to report."
"Let him in."
Nalan Jiuhuang waved her hand, a strange smile in her eyes.
The Nalan family member, not knowing why, felt a jolt in his heart as he left, and without thinking much, brought Nalan Xiaotian in.
When Nalan Xiaotian entered, covered in blood, he knelt on the ground, sobbing, "Aunt Jiu, in our efforts to cover your retreat, we suffered Ning Fan's extreme assault. Now, aside from me, my entire hundred-man team has perished heroically, not a single one left."
"Is that so?"
