Ning Fan smiled and said, "Senior, that old fellow Duan Yunfei is my friend despite our age difference. We've drunk wine together, composed poetry, and played with swords. Asking him for such a small favor is just a matter of a word, isn't it?"
Nalan Jiuhuang wasn't afraid and said word by word, "In a short time, you've managed to make the Cloud Breaking Sect work for you. You've indeed done well, young man.
However, your good luck ends here. These... are just the appetizers before the meal; losing a round, why rush?"
"Hiss..."
Everyone gasped, looking at Nalan Jiuhuang in shock. It seems that in this old woman's eyes, she doesn't care about human life at all. The death of nearly a hundred people didn't make her blink an eye.
Ning Qiankun exhaled a breath and negotiated, "Senior, if you retreat now, the Ning Family will pretend that nothing ever happened. If you persist, the Ning Family will accompany you to the end. Let's see who will win on the battlefield."
