Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

Some are happy and some are sad.

While the monks were talking about this matter heartlessly, Baili Xuan was locking himself in the house, thinking about life and planning the future.

At this moment, he was extremely depressed and frustrated.

He finally managed to remove the former Holy Son, Baili Lianao, and ascended to the position of Holy Son.

He wanted to cultivate his followers, establish his prestige, gradually grow stronger, and finally become a powerful figure in Ganyong City.

But now, his grand plan has not yet begun, and it has died halfway.

The defeat to Han Hao not only ruined his reputation and prestige, but more importantly, he became the new Holy Son, and many people in the clan were dissatisfied, waiting for him to make a mistake, so as to pull him down and support the newcomer to take the position.

So during this period of time, Baili Xuan acted cautiously, fearing that there would be some mistakes and people would catch him.

In the end, he still made a mistake, and it was a fatal and irreparable mistake.

When the monks from the upper realms travel outside, especially the monks from the Taoist sect, the most important thing they care about is the word "face".

This is not only related to personal honor and disgrace, but also to the reputation and prestige of the sect behind them.

Originally, victory and defeat in martial arts competitions are common, and there is no need to worry about it.

But for a saint of the Taoist sect, this is a stain that will be difficult to erase in his lifetime.

If Baili Xuan loses, not only will he become a laughing stock among the monks, but even Ganyong City behind him will be implicated.

It is conceivable that after this news is passed back to Ganyong City, what kind of faces will those who oppose him as the saint will show.

Baili Xuan's situation, which was not very optimistic to begin with, will undoubtedly become even more dire.

After this incident, there will be more and more people opposing him, and his position as the saint may not be stable.

But after all, he is already the saint of Ganyong City, and replacing the saint is a big deal. Unless it is a serious and unforgivable mistake, he will not easily replace the candidate.

Therefore, Baili Xuan was not worried about losing his position as the Holy Son. It was just that he would inevitably be ridiculed and mocked after returning to Ganyong City. It was unavoidable.

Just when Baili Xuan was thinking about how to deal with those old guys after returning, the voice of one of his followers rang out outside the palace: "Holy Son."

Baili Xuan's voice was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry: "What's the matter?"

"Young Master Guanhai has come to Canglan City."

Click!

The palace door was pushed open from the inside, and Baili Xuan came to the follower in two steps, and said in surprise and joy: "Really?"

The follower was startled and nodded hurriedly: "Really."

...

On the top floor of the tallest restaurant in Canglan City.

Han Yao's pretty face was full of smiles, and she said, "Brother, your cultivation is getting better and better. It only took hundreds of moves to defeat the Saint of Gan Yong City. It's amazing."

Han Hao laughed heartily, full of energy: "Hahaha, second sister, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you are still so slick."

"Your brother's little practice is probably not enough in front of your ever-changing magic array."

Han Yao said, "Brother, what are you talking about? How can I compare with you?"

After saying that, look at Looking at Han Liang, who was sleeping soundly on the table, a soft look flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly: "Brother, why haven't I woken up yet?"

"Han Hao also looked at Han Liang, sighed, gently placed his hand on his shoulder, and whispered: Maybe he drank too much, it doesn't matter, let him sleep if he wants to."

Han Yao saw this, slapped his hand away, glared at him, and scolded: "Brother, don't touch him, be careful not to wake him up."

In his words, he was all protecting Han Liang and thinking about Han Liang.

It can be seen that they are extremely doting on Han Liang.

In their words, there is only one younger brother, who else can they love if not him?

Han Yao asked, "Where's my second brother? In a while, I will participate in the martial arts competition in the Immortal Mansion. Among us brothers and sisters, he has the best brain and the most ideas. Why doesn't he come back to give advice and help me?"

Han Hao said, "Second sister, father asked you to change your bad habit of being impatient. I haven't seen you for so long, how have you changed?"

Seeing Han Yao frowned, Han Hao hurriedly interrupted, "Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. Don't worry, my second brother has already communicated with me. He will leave the Liuding Liujia Palace in a few days and return to the mansion."

"Oh, that's more like it."

Han Yao hugged his arms across his chest, with a very satisfied expression.

At this time, Han Liang, who was snoring constantly, suddenly uttered a dream talk.

Han Yao and Han Hao looked at each other, but they didn't hear what he said clearly, and they didn't want to wake him up, so they put their ears closer.

Only then did they hear clearly what he said: Jiutian Hongjiao, the ancestor of exterminating demons, the merits and demerits of mastering yin and yang, the great way of thinking of benevolence...

The voice behind was too soft, so the two of them couldn't hear it clearly.

The brother and sister looked at each other and saw the surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.

Han Yao was silent for a while and said, "It's probably a dream."

Han Hao nodded in agreement: "It must be."

The two stopped paying attention and continued to chat about other topics.

After chatting for a while, Han Yao leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "Brother, where is my sister?"

...

"Master, the city lord Shang Hongshi of the Naga tribe is here to pay his respects."

In the palace of the flying Shenzhou, Li Ningshuang stood not far from Li Guanhai and reported this.

Li Guanhai nodded: "Let him in."

"Yes."

Li Ningshuang left the palace. After a while, the current Lord of Canglan City, Shang Hongshi, walked in quickly, bowed his hands, and said respectfully: "I am Shang Hongshi, and I meet the young master Guanhai."

As the lord of a city and a senior who has lived for nearly 800 years, he called himself "your subordinate" in front of Li Guanhai, which shows how high Li Guanhai's status is in his mind.

"You are too polite, Lord Shang."

Li Guanhai smiled, looked him up and down, and said: "I haven't seen you for a while. Lord Shang has already broken through to the Xuanhuang realm. It's really a cause for celebration."

Shang Hongshi smiled bitterly: "Young Master Guanhai, you are too kind. I am almost 800 years old and have just broken through to the Xuanhuang realm. I am sorry for my poor talent."

"No, no."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then Shang Hongshi said goodbye and left.

After all, the Naga tribe is a subsidiary of the Yunwei Division. As the young master of the Yunwei Division, Li Guanhai came to Canglan City in person. How dare Shang Hongshi not come to pay his respects?

Just after sending off one guest, another one came immediately.

"Master, Baili Xuan, the saint of Ganyong City, is outside to ask for an audience."

"Let him in."

Baili Xuan, dressed in a brown robe, walked into the palace. When he saw Li Guanhai, he bowed deeply and said, "Meeting Young Master Guanhai, thank you for saving my life in the demon cave that day."

Li Guanhai hurried over and helped him up personally, smiling, "We cultivators should help each other, why bother to thank each other?"

"That being said, my life was indeed saved by Young Master Guanhai. If you can be of use to me in the future, please let me know."

Li Guanhai smiled and patted him on the shoulder gently, "Mr. Baili seems to be injured. Is it possible that the hidden injury left in the extreme north has not healed yet?"