We need a plan!
After Zhou Fan spoke, everyone fell silent. 'What plan could there possibly be?'
'If even Zhou Fan is no match for that old witch, Ah Yu, what can the rest of us possibly do?'
"I might have a way!"
Just then, Chen Feng, who had been protected behind the others, slowly walked forward after finishing his instructions to Chen Yao. He spoke softly to the group, his eyes fixed on the battle ahead.
...
"Qingmu, are you still going to stop my nephew and me?" Zhao Yinghu demanded harshly in Qingmu's courtyard, having just sent him reeling with a punch.
"Qingmu, don't be so stubborn! You can't be naive enough to think you alone can stop the two of us, can you? And even if you could, so what? Believe it or not, if our Young Master dies here, your entire clan—including your so-called Saintess—will be buried with him!"
