For a fleeting moment, Gu Jianlin almost felt his heart stop, the veins on the back of his knife-wielding hand bulging.
Tang Ling stared at him with a look as if she'd just seen a ghost. Moments ago, she had merely thought he possessed an ethereal beauty, almost otherworldly. As a man, he bore an unparalleled, breathtaking appearance, one that could make any self-assured beauty feel completely overshadowed in his presence.
What truly sent chills down her spine was that an ancient Ancestor had actually addressed him as "Lord"!
It was like a tale straight out of a ghost story.
"You've actually succeeded already?"
