After finishing her words, Zhu Ruyan anxiously looked at Xue An.
Because she knew what the name Kunlun Immortal Palace meant.
She had once sought help from several individuals, all of whom were distinguished figures of the era, who admired her greatly, and had all proclaimed they could accomplish anything she asked.
But as soon as Zhu Ruyan mentioned the four words "Kunlun Immortal Palace", all of them backed down, finding various excuses to avoid the matter.
These repeated blows had already eroded away Zhu Ruyan's last trace of hope.
This rash invitation was also Zhu Ruyan's final effort.
If that failed, she would completely give up.
At that moment, Xue An slightly raised his eyebrow and asked with interest, "Kunlun Immortal Palace's Zuo Yuhu? Do you have a grudge against him?"
Zhu Ruyan steeled her heart and nodded, "Yes, a deep-seated enmity of blood and hatred!"
As she spoke these words, her eyes were filled with a hateful gleam.
