Seeing Han Yan leading Ling Baobao and Tan Yu leisurely towards them, the crowd instinctively cleared a path, creating a bit of a star-studded atmosphere.
"You really dare to come?" Earlier, when Han Yan hadn't arrived, even Nie Fangsheng thought he was afraid to show up and face embarrassment. Unexpectedly, he did come, and seemed so relaxed, appearing oblivious to the surrounding gossip.
"Why wouldn't I dare? I'm still thinking about Lord Nie's ancestral Sword Casting Technique." Han Yan responded with a carefree smile.
"Such arrogance!" Nie Fangsheng glanced at Han Yan disdainfully: Laugh, laugh while you can, soon you'll be crying.
Nie Fangsheng was determined to humiliate Han Yan ruthlessly upon his failure and expel him from the Sword Casting Hall, not caring about Gong Hongru's reputation.
After all, it was Han Yan's own fault for being too reckless and bringing shame upon himself; Gong Hongru couldn't blame him for it.
