"You killed my grandson, Gu Xinghe, and you think I shouldn't seek revenge?" Gu Wanquan shouted angrily, "Besides, you're not even dead!"
Gu Wanquan had lived for nearly two thousand years, and his skin was certainly thick enough.
"I did kill Gu Xinghe!" Jing Yan looked at Gu Wanquan with a contemptuous gaze, "But did I go into your Gu Family's territory to kill Gu Xinghe?"
"Gu Wanquan, there's no need to twist the truth. You're well aware of the purpose behind Gu Xinghe asking me to lead him to the Ancient Cave Mansion in the Black Stone Mountain Range. I killed Gu Xinghe because he tried to kill me first; I was merely retaliating," Jing Yan's eyes narrowed.
"That Ancient Cave Mansion—you must have even more information on it, right? You should know who the owner of that mansion is. Was your Gu Family also involved in the siege against that senior's family over four thousand years ago?" A cold intent spread in Jing Yan's heart, and he demanded sharply.
