Seeing that Feng Qing'er could no longer hold on and chose to flee despite dragging along her heavily injured body, Nalan Yanran and the other two women stopped as well.
Although they bore grudges against the Wind Thunder Pavilion and the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, destroying forces of such stature was no simple matter. It required careful, long-term planning.
Killing Feng Qing'er now would only bring the great war forward. There was no need for that, so driving her away was enough.
Seeing Feng Qing'er flee and realizing that the unbelievable premonition in his heart had actually come true, Tang Yan was stunned for a moment.
Feng Qing'er had fled, so didn't that mean there was now one more spot?
Including me, there are exactly eight people here now. It looks like this spot belongs to me?
Thinking back to how Feng Qing'er had intended to seriously injure him and eliminate him, only to be stopped by Mu Qingluan, Tang Yan suddenly understood.
So Mu Qingluan had protected him earlier in order to seriously injure Feng Qing'er and drive her away now!
Although he had been used to a certain extent, Tang Yan was instead overwhelmed with gratitude.
Because Mu Qingluan's use of him had not harmed him in the slightest. On the contrary, it had brought him an enormous benefit.
If Mu Qingluan and the others had not driven Feng Qing'er away, the qualification to enter the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool would definitely never have fallen to him.
Moreover, Mu Qingluan and the others had done all of this. He had known nothing about it, and it was the Starfall Pavilion that had offended the Wind Thunder Pavilion, not their Fuyan Valley. He had practically gained a benefit for nothing—how could he not be delighted?
"Thank you, Miss Qingluan!"