Outside Kyoto's city walls, inside a cool pavilion, the moonlight lingered.
Guan Qinghan was still anxiously persuading her father, her expression looking particularly tense.
Where was her usual indifferent composure?
Seeing this, Guan Yuanshan couldn't help but give a wry smile, gaining even more confidence in his daughter's inner feelings.
But the more critical the moment became, the colder his voice when he spoke.
"It doesn't matter. The Demon Lord's power is indeed formidable, but I have already enlisted the forbidden power of the Yanqi Sect and plan to form an alliance with many reputable sects. As long as we stand united, the Demon Lord will surely perish. There's absolutely no chance for him to survive."
He was resolute and emphatic, his tone so firm, but Guan Qinghan felt a tremble in her heart and became even more worried.
A forbidden power?
