On the way out of the canyon, Yang Fan looked at the Canglan Sect disciples, whose numbers had suddenly dwindled by more than half, and felt infinite emotion. Whether they left or stayed, it was actually all a gamble.
If they won the gamble, they would win everything; it would be a complete turnabout. If they lost, they would lose completely. But if it weren't for Yang Fan's presence, the Canglan Sect definitely wouldn't be associated with winning.
Those who left could be said to see clearly or unclearly; in the end, it's all a confusing mess.
Yang Fan returned to the rear mountains where the elders and seniors were, and together they went to a secret room in the back mountain. This time, regarding the great battle with the Holy Temple, Yang Fan had no reason to have to come back to participate.
But whether to participate openly or remain hidden behind the scenes was a different matter.
