"Even Gu Changhan himself..."
Worry filled Dongfang Sansan's eyes: "That little girl Yan Beihan, can she really plot so meticulously? Such methods?!"
...
At this moment, far away in the martial arts field of the Hanjian Mountain Sect.
A fierce battle between dragons and tigers was unfolding.
Fellow disciples fighting, meeting life and death.
Both sides had countless people watching.
On the high ground, Gu Changhan sat on a chair with a gloomy expression as if about to explode, surrounded by three elders, five mountain gate protectors, and a group of core disciples from various generations.
Leading the other side was a woman.
It was indeed Yan Beihan.
Yan Beihan stood on the high ground with a tall and slender figure, hands behind her back, dressed in a red large cloak, fluttering in the wind.
The north wind howled, and the autumn colors stretched unending.
