"Oh?"
Gu Yuan's heart stirred, and he suddenly laughed, saying, "Since it's not for revenge for Gu Xuanfeng, could it be for the honor of your Yuqiao Immortal Palace?"
"Exactly."
The thin old man, Ji Geng, sneered, "Although Gu Xuanfeng was considered a genius of our sect, since he is dead, that's the end of it. However, he was a True Disciple of our sect, and his death was too straightforward, losing face for Yuqiao Immortal Palace. Therefore, my brother and I have come to issue a challenge to Fellow Daoist Chu."
As he spoke, he tossed a post, a thin sheet that turned into a faint golden streak, shooting towards Gu Yuan like a flying saber.
Gu Yuan glanced over it nonchalantly. The challenge, forged and polished from the Spirit Iron and enveloped with mana, swiftly slowed down and hovered in front of him.
Gu Yuan didn't move but sensed the intent contained within it with a thought, and a stream of information flowed into his heart.
