"I know what you're thinking. Are you doubting what I said?" Cang Jinyun smiled, her delicate body leaning slightly forward, coming into close contact with Hua Tiandu. The scent emanating from her was utterly alluring, making it difficult for even Hua Tiandu to control his emotions.
However...
Cang Jinyun's words were somewhat boastful. Currently, the Holy Hall's position in Huaxia was at its peak. Even without Lin Zifeng's leadership, it wouldn't collapse for three to five years unless there was internal strife, factions seizing power. Otherwise, it's impossible to harm the Holy Hall.
"Cang Jinyun, there's something I must remind you of. From the time the Holy Hall was established until now, it's only been over half a year. I believe you understand well how many people or forces have been dissatisfied with the Holy Hall and have attacked it, and their outcomes haven't been good.
