The Martial Arts King calmly withdrew her gaze. She neither probed further nor asked the man before her for his name; her eyes simply swept idly around them as she asked in an indifferent tone:
"How long have you been here?"
"Well, about a month or so…"
Gu Mo reined in his thoughts, casually smiled, and answered with great composure, "I only came over not long ago. You could say it was pure coincidence…"
"About a month or so…"
The Martial Arts King immediately grew pensive.
Holding up her umbrella as she pondered, she looked under the sunlight like a painting come to life, though she herself seemed completely unaware of it. After a moment, this Rakshasa King who had ruled the Central Plains Kingdom for more than two hundred years turned her gaze and carefully sized up the man before her, thinking over what was special about him.
