The peach grove was full of shadowy figures; who knew how many people lay in ambush? Yet only one person stepped out into the open.
Han Wuxian let down her hair and drifted toward them like a celestial maiden from a mural. Her smile was so gentle it could almost melt all the snow around her. "Dragon King, I've come to help. Which one should I kill first, the mute or the traitor?"
The moment Han Fen saw the hall master, she was scared half to death. She instinctively took a step toward the Dragon King, then immediately turned around, unwillingly retreating to Wild Horse's side. She kept seven or eight paces between them and lowered her head to toy with the long sword in her hands.
The voice showed no fear at all. It said coolly, "Han Wuxian, you've come to the wrong place. This is Deyi Tower's territory."
Han Wuxian glanced around. "Not a bad place. Deyi Tower has a good eye. From now on, it belongs to the Great Desolate Sect."
The voice let out a cackling laugh. Wild Horse raised his chin slightly, his face twisting in perfect time with the laughter, though not a trace of amusement showed on it. "You've come at just the right time. You can take Han Fen's place and let the Dragon King see Immortal Peng's swordplay."
At this wonderful news, Han Fen acted as if she hadn't heard. She remained standing where she was, fidgeting with unease. She would much rather have run far, far away.
Han Wuxian looked at the Dragon King. "This person's no use, is he? Dragon King, I wouldn't dare disobey your orders and do as I pleased."
Han Wuxian had left the camp without permission and attacked Noble Garden; her defiance was obvious. Gu