"What kind of enemy is it?"
Gui Risheng asked, his voice sharp and sinister.
If anyone were to carefully observe Gui Risheng's throat, they would find it flat and his Adam's apple nearly shrunken.
The fair-faced believer answered:
"Leading the attack are five martial artists with exceptionally powerful martial arts skills."
"A large army is following behind, advancing toward this direction."
"An army?"
A spark flashed in Gui Risheng's narrow phoenix eyes, and he sharply asked:
"Could it be the Thunderbolt Army?"
The believer answered, "It doesn't seem so; it might be a faction of the Rebel Army."
"Rebel Army... Hmph! Any cats and dogs dare to provoke my Zaiyang Sect!"
Gui Risheng chuckled coldly, then commanded sharply: "Prepare a change of clothes!"
Just as the command was given, two male attendants, who had been serving Gui Risheng in the palace, immediately retrieved a crimson robe embroidered with begonias from the clothes rack, looking extremely ornate.
