In the eyes of the Sword Cultivator in the blue Taoist Robe, a deep fear flashed.
Mr. Jin's expression was even graver.
Qianxue State Boundary, Third Grade Supervisor of the Daoist Court... Gu Changhuai.
Early stages Golden Core Cultivator.
Outside the tavern, Gu Changhuai stood tall and proud, and even in rough clothing, his extraordinary demeanor was hard to conceal.
Splendid Wind Blades encircled him.
The robust essence of his Golden Core cultivation, unrestrained, emitted a faint oppressive force.
Mr. Jin frowned, pondering momentarily before his gaze turned sharp, his voice carrying anger:
"Gu Changhuai..."
"Did you orchestrate all of this from the shadows?"
Gu Changhuai was composed, yet slightly surprised inwardly.
He wasn't quite sure which setup he was referring to.
Always aloof, he couldn't be bothered to explain, especially to such degenerate noble family's sons, whom he deemed unworthy.
Gu Changhuai simply said:
