Abandoning the previous moment's silence and calm, Pan Jian'an suddenly lifted his head, his pupils emitting an unprecedented radiance, coupled with a deep, penetrating coldness.
Since Gu Ran, the mainstay of Blazing Plains City, had spoken, what was there left for him to hesitate about?
For some time, they had endured, just to claw their way up, to avoid standing out among the myriad native Canglan Card Masters, to appear as nothing more extraordinary than an ordinary Chaos Main City, all to stealthily develop in the background, ensuring they were not powerless to save themselves when danger struck, rather than silently awaiting death.
But now, with others trampling over their heads, deliberately targeting them, no matter how strenuously Pan Jian'an responded, the number of Blazing Plains City Card Masters who had died directly or indirectly at Zhou Guoli's and his supporters' hands already exceeded several dozen.
