"So that's how it is." People of the Holy Court hold themselves aloof; most know little of the struggles over mortal imperial power, and Tian Annan was no exception. Hearing Wu Tianxiong say this, he could no longer press him.
"Lord Tian, there's no need to worry. It's only one night. Tomorrow is the death date of the Yue Family. I will personally kill Mu Hanyan, and avenge Young Master Wenliang, as well as Jian Jue and the others' blood debts." Wu Tianxiong said high-spiritedly.
Tian Annan nodded. The reason he had risked his life to sneak into the Imperial Palace to probe Lu Nianxin's depths was not to fulfill Wu Tianxiong's ambition, but to borrow his hand to avenge Tian Wenliang and his own five Disciples' blood debts. After all, with Ye Lanfeng around, he absolutely did not dare to strike Mu Hanyan head-on, nor did he even dare let anyone know he was the one pulling strings from behind the scenes.
