In the depths of his eyes, a turbulent killing intent surged like an undercurrent, nearly impossible to suppress. The Emperor Sect had a profound relationship with him, and Long Yundao was a respected elder who now met such an end!
He had to know, who!
In this oppressive silence, a voice with a hint of mockery and laziness emanated from beside a pillar not far away, breaking the heavy atmosphere.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a moving scene."
The crowd looked toward the voice and saw a young man in a black outfit, with a hint of evil qi on his face, leaning against the pillar with arms crossed, leisurely watching, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
The young man in black seemed to relish being the center of attention; his gaze fell directly on Gu Sheng, his tone frivolous.
"Gu Sheng, right? My master has a message for you."
He paused, then spoke each word slowly and clearly, his voice resonating throughout the hall.
