"Ling Xiao was right, the Blood River really exists!"
Gu Sheng's spirits lifted, and the nearly exhausted spiritual power within him was forced to rise a bit.
Suddenly, a sound of something piercing through the air came from the left.
Gu Sheng instinctively sidestepped, as a streak of blue sword light brushed past his cheek and exploded a patch of ancient woods in the distance.
"Wang Xiu Jie!"
Gu Sheng's pupils constricted as he recognized the owner of that sword light.
A man with a sinister face approached through the air, with killing intent nearly solidifying in his eyes.
"Gu Sheng, did you ever think of this day when you killed my brother?"
Gu Sheng didn't explain, nor had the strength to explain.
The conflict back then was purely the Wang family's disciples bullying the weak, and he was just defending himself.
Saying anything now would be futile, so he directly dived into a swamp filled with miasma.
