Once entangled in this situation, it would be difficult to break free. Gu Lan didn't have the time or inclination to care about trivial matters, especially those concerning the Blood Clan; those were none of his concern.
"Naturally, there's no need for you to intervene in my clan's matters," Xue Lengyan said, tossing the blood-red blade toward Gu Lan with a firm, confident motion. She trusted that Gu Lan, with his stature, would not go back on his word. After delivering these words, she left.
As Xue Lengyan departed, Gu Lan stepped out of Linglong Pagoda and watched her retreating figure with an air of helplessness. "I wonder what kind of trouble this woman will bring me later," he muttered to himself.
But there was no time to dwell on such thoughts. He quickly handed the blood-red blade to Zhongren, who, upon feeling the intense murderous aura radiating from it, froze in shock, his face turning grave.