Outside the ancestral hall, a deep scolding voice arose.
"Gu Shen! What do you mean?"
Han Dang saw that the Mu Family had no intention of making a move.
So he took it upon himself to step forward... His voice, carrying the "True Word," surged forth, but before it could spread far, it was sliced apart by an invisible gust of wind!
"Clang, clang!"
Above the Mu Family ancestral hall, there was a rustling of leaves!
Withered leaves whirled, sharp as knives.
Han Dang's pupils constricted, as he saw that gust of wind assaulting his cheek, and he pressed out with a palm.
The sky-full of withered leaves shattered dispersingly.
One of them cut his cheek.
A tiny, almost imperceptible, trail of blood blossomed... It was not painful.
But it was extremely insulting.
"Is this... Lan Qie?"
The most famous user of the "Lan Qie" ability in Changye was Gu Nanfeng!
Han Dang felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
