Time gradually approached noon, and Ling Fan sat in the living room with absolute composure.
At this moment, Tang Caiyan was scouting nearby, looking somewhat listless, with slight dark circles under her eyes; she had not rested well all night—it would have been strange if she were spirited.
It was the psychological torment that was the most draining.
Tang Yinnian stood to the side, inwardly lamenting. This young man really had great stamina. Looking at his niece's condition, it seemed she hadn't had a moment's peace all night!
"What's the situation outside now?" Ling Fan asked indifferently.
"Young Master Ling, Nine Dragons Mountain is now teeming with people. When we left yesterday, we received news that Nine Dragons Palace had already declared that today they would engage in a decisive battle with you at the summit of Nine Dragons Mountain.
You said before that you were already prepared, so I dared to disturb your rest," Tang Jianzhong said sheepishly.
