Gu Sheng's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes remained a haunting calmness and coldness.
He did not respond to Situ Qingfeng's worries or statements but suddenly stood up, speaking in a flat yet undeniable tone.
"Set out, to the Southern Border."
"Southern Border?"
Situ Qingfeng was taken aback, his face full of surprise and confusion.
"Gu, going to the Southern Border now? What about the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff…"
"It's exactly for the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff in half a month."
Gu Sheng interrupted him, his gaze directed toward the gradually brightening sky outside the window, his tone unwavering.
"I'm going to the Southern Border to retrieve something—the relic of the Golden-winged Roc."
He paused and continued speaking.
"This journey, exceptionally dangerous.
Moreover, I will let Linyin Pavilion use special channels to actively reveal my whereabouts."
"What?!"
