Falling into the Blood Clan's Trap

With a long sigh, Gu Lan spoke helplessly.

"Things are getting more complicated now, and I'm not sure if the disciples of Lanyan Royal School can handle it."

As he continued to reflect, a series of crisp footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the palace.

He paused, his gaze shifting toward the sound, a puzzled expression forming on his face.

Mu Yuyan stepped in from outside, a faint smile on her lips.

"I have good news to tell you!"

"Good news?"

Gu Lan's expression was filled with confusion as he questioned her, and Mu Yuyan didn't hesitate, smiling as she spoke to him.

"Today's battle with the foreign tribes—our disciples of Royal School won a great victory!"

At these words, a smile appeared on Gu Lan's face.

He trusted the strength of the Royal School's disciples, but he still felt a bit of joy hearing it.

Yet, Mu Yuyan seemed to be able to see right through his thoughts.

Before he could speak, she stepped closer and spoke again.