Yang Yuhuan stared at the arrogant Blood Demon, her heart filled with defiance, though deep in its recesses, strands of envy arose unwillingly. She was born a beneficiary of rules, yet simultaneously shackled by them. If one day I too could become the creator of rules...
In the end, it was Bai Mei who spoke, his tone calm as he fixed his gaze on the Blood Demon, lost in thought over something unknown.
"Zhang Xiaofan, your coming here surely isn't to mock the Sect Leaders seated here. May I ask what advice you intend to offer?"
The Blood Demon's crimson gaze pierced Bai Mei as he emphasized each word: "Zhang Xiaofan has already perished beneath the God Slaying Spear; now, only Blood Demon You Quan remains."
"My purpose here isn't to entertain a bunch of trash. Three months from now, on the eighth of August, there will be a battle on the Bashu Plain. If you fail to show up..."
