Why was she angry?
Fang Yuan stared at her for a long moment, his gaze searching her expression trying to decipher whether this was another one of her absurd games… or if it was something real and geniune.
There was no teasing glint this time, he could see that.
No smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips to be seen either.
Only a tight jaw, a coiled tension in her stance, and eyes fixed with open hostility, not directed at him, but at the shadows emerging ahead.
He followed her gaze then stiffened as a dozen men stepped out from between the trees, dressed in matching armor engraved with a delicate orchid motif, emblem of the Gu family.
Each one radiated Golden Core realm cultivation, steady but unremarkable.
This was a line-up that could make most of the great family in Coldwind City bow in reverence. And yet they were all part of the Gu Clan.
The man at the center stood just a step higher, peak of the realm, the clear leader.
