Yan Beihan's words made every face on Gu Changhan's side fill with grief and fury, eyes about to split.
Everyone felt as though their heart was about to explode.
Gu Changhan drew a deep breath: "In schemes and stratagems, Eldest Lady Yan, I, Gu Changhan, am ashamed to fall short. Admitting defeat early could have preserved more disciples' lives. If we keep fighting, it is only to die. This matter is already laid bare; why must Eldest Lady Yan still put on this act?"
Yan Beihan fell silent for a moment, then said coolly: "Elder Gu, I had thought you would awaken by the third day."
"It is a pity… this is the old man's life's foundation! My home! I cannot lightly abandon it! Just as Eldest Lady Yan said just now—our ancestors' legacy, our ancestors' graves, our ancestors' memorial tablets, our ancestors' inheritance… Eldest Lady Yan used these as the stake, we had no way to refuse, and could only gamble our lives in one battle."
