In Zhou Fan and Chu Yan's bedroom, a faint smile graced Chu Yan's face as she slept soundly. Zhou Fan, however, was no longer by her side.
He stood quietly in the living room, watching Xu Ruonan and the others battling outside. Zhou Fan lit a cigarette to clear his head, then slowly walked to within ten meters of Xu Ruonan and Huang Fengqing.
After watching intently for a moment, Zhou Fan shook his head with a sigh. That girl, Xu Ruonan, was good in every respect. Both her talent and her current cultivation level were enough for her to be considered an expert. In fact, even Zhou Fan's former self might not have been a match for the current Xu Ruonan, especially with the Cyan Frost Sword in her hand.
But in a true life-and-death battle, Zhou Fan could think of at least a hundred ways to kill her without sustaining any serious injuries himself.
