As expected from the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage, their hall for receiving guests is luxuriously magnificent and enormously vast. It can accommodate ten thousand people without any problems.
The supreme authority of the Great Sect is also vividly demonstrated.
Standing in this courtyard, everyone felt a sense of timidity on their faces. They felt incredibly lowly and insignificant.
"How is Chu Feng doing?" Pu Li was most worried about Chu Feng.
"He is still unconscious! Should we wake him up?" Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang were accompanying Chu Feng from either side in the carriage.
A faint ethereal fragrance drifted from within the carriage.
Chu Feng truly has incredible romantic fortune.
Zang Jianfeng once had designs on Han Xiaoying, unfortunately, he had no chance at all. Now, seeing the stunningly beautiful Han Xiaoying attending to Chu Feng by his side, his heart was filled with bitterness.
Sometimes, fate is something that really cannot be forced.
