Monarch Night

Yan Nan knew that the emotions of revenge and grief at the headquarters had been growing increasingly fervent lately, definitely fueled by someone.

There is definitely the shadow of a Guardian behind this.

But once these emotions rose, they could not be suppressed.

He slowly walked to the window, looking out at the distant sky, seemingly seeing a refined face, a pair of wise eyes, smiling at him, as if saying: Will you take this move?

He stood by the window, unable to make a decision for a long time.

"Let’s observe... and talk later."

"It’s frustrating!"

"Why do we always have to be led by the nose!"

...

For the Weiwo Sect Headquarters, this period could be described as anything but peaceful.