C1717 The Choice of the Sect Leader

"Cang Hai is dead this time, and the secret force is almost destroyed. Will the sect still send people to hide?"

Zhang Nan leaned against the sandalwood Wooden Chair. The calluses on his thumb and forefinger that were constantly growing because of the knife practice gently rubbed the top of the handrail. He frowned and thought about this important question carefully. After a few moments