C171 Twisted Dagger

A dozen or so guards continued to guard the entrance of the pavilion vigilantly. However, most of their gazes were focused on the person who was pacing up and down, as if he was waiting for something, Qin Whitesnow. He held his weapon tightly in his hand. As long as Qin Whitesnow showed any ill intentions towards the pavilion, these guards would immediately seize him.

"Hehe, young master Lin Fan