In the Drunken Immortal Residence, within the private room on the top floor of Celestial Building No. 1.
Jiang Lan, dressed in immaculate white robes, sat cross-legged on a mat as ethereal mist swirled around him, rising to his knees.
Naturally, the commotion outside did not escape his senses. He was actually quite surprised. At a time like this, who would be so reckless as to try and assassinate him?
'Shouting about avenging his brother? An accomplice of Lin Fan?'
A knowing smile played on his lips.
"Young Master, there's an assassin outside..."
Chu Chan, whose face was flushed from the wine, seemed to sober up considerably. Her beautiful eyes narrowed in thought.
Her cultivation had not yet reached the Fourth Realm, and for someone to dare assassinate the Son of the Prime Minister, they must be confident in their abilities.
With her strength, she naturally couldn't be of much help.
