Multiple figures flickered through the forest of peach trees. There seemed to be a large number of them, but only one person stepped out of the darkness.
Han Wuxian loosened her hair and leaped over to them, giving off the aura of a fairy from a mural. The smile on her face was so tender that it seemed like it could melt all of the snow around them. "Dragon King, I've come to help. Which one should we kill first? The dumb guy or the traitor?"
Upon seeing the Hall Leader, Han Fen was nearly scared to death. She involuntarily took a step closer to the Dragon King, but soon reluctantly turned around, walked back to Wild Horse, stopped at a position about seven or eight steps away from him, and started playing with the sword in her hand with her head down.
The mysterious voice was not afraid at all, and flatly said, "Han Wuxian, you're in the wrong place. This is the Essence Pavilion's turf."