Young Lord Xuanyuan wore a dissatisfied expression, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
He didn't care at all about the life or death of the Grand Elder; his only concern was his reputation.
If they were to retreat now, what would the clan think of him?
Hearing his cold voice, the Second Elder's expression shifted slightly.
A brief flash of cold light flickered in his eyes, but it was only for an instant.
"Young Lord, I have a plan!"
The Second Elder's sudden words made Young Lord Xuanyuan look at him in confusion.
"Mm?"
He snorted lightly, and the Second Elder hurriedly explained.
"Although we can't do much to Gu Lan, there are plenty of people connected to him!"
He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
Though they couldn't defeat Gu Lan directly, they could go after his connections.
Eventually, Gu Lan would become a lamb ready for slaughter.
"Our Xuanyuan Clan is not to be treated like this!"