Lu Jianqiu didn't need to explain much; Qian Heng naturally knew what to do.
What he cared about more was the next, greater challenge; everything was riding on Tan Hai now. After dealing with Yang Fan, victory or defeat would be decided in one fell swoop.
Compared to the joyful atmosphere floating in Lu Jianqiu's room, the Lu Family's backyard was now permeated with a slaughter aura.
Shoving forward Ren Tianhua from the Seven Swords Sect, the usually noisy Zhou Zhenglong took several steps back. As a chess piece in Lu Jianqiu's hand, he naturally knew Ren Tianhua's background, and at this moment, the only thought in his mind was that Yang Fan was a dead man beyond all doubt.
Standing across from Yang Fan, Ren Tianhua's face, undisturbed by waves, showed no trace of emotion. When he eventually began to speak, there emerged a hint of a smile: "My name is Ren Tianhua, a disciple of the Seven Swords Sect. Please enlighten me."
