'If I don't make them bleed for this...'
'Then my name isn't Gu!'
She stood outside the door.
Just as the sky began to darken.
The people from the Imperial Clan Court finally came out.
Each of them was wiping sweat from their foreheads, looking as if they had just survived a catastrophe.
They didn't know what Zhao Ci's original soul was like, so naturally, they had no way of determining if the soul within this shell was his.
But they knew that no matter the method of possession, the soul would be in an extremely unstable state for a short period.
But now.
Zhao Ci's soul was very stable, just a little weak.
Gu Xiangzhu glanced at them and sneered, "Finished your test?"
"F-Finished!"
In the wrong and with their strength suppressed, the masters from the Imperial Clan Court became meek and subservient.
Gu Xiangzhu's tone was frigid. "So... which of you will come back with me to accept your death?"
"This..."
