Gu Yansui still had that gentle deanor, but the words he spoke were not so gentle: "Leave your storage bags behind."
The two of them widened their eyes, seemingly not expecting that this young master, who didn’t appear to lack money, would say such a thing.
Seeing that they didn’t move, Gu Yansui wasn’t angry, but his words beca even more chilling for the two: "Since I was young, my master taught to repay others in their own coin. You want my storage bag, so I’ll have you mortgage yours. If you’re unwilling, leaving one hand behind will do."
When he said this, his expression was very calm, as if saying "leaving one hand behind" was as simple as blinking.
The two looked at him in horror, and after realizing he wasn’t joking, they compared the power disparity between the two sides. Reluctantly, they reached for their waists, and took down their belongings.
They didn’t expect to end up losing more than they gained, but luckily, in their line of work, they understood the concept of a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and it’s impossible to keep all their belongings in one place. Though it hurt, it wasn’t unbearable.
Gu Yansui watched them leave with a smile and once their figures disappeared, his expression finally changed.
His originally rosy complexion suddenly turned pale, and he couldn’t help but let out a "wah" as he spit out a mouthful of fresh red blood.
He didn’t notice, and even Gu Shengyin didn’t notice, but within that blood seed to flicker a touch of gold.
And just as he spat out the blood, far from there, a middle-aged man in a black robe stiffened, sniffed twice in the air, and then rushed toward the place where the two were.
"Yansui, how are you?" Gu Shengyin asked worriedly.
Gu Yansui wiped the corner of his mouth, shook his head to avoid worrying his master: "It’s not a serious injury."
After all, the opponent was two people. Although he gained the upper hand, it wasn’t as easy-going as it seed.
He was indeed injured.
Gu Shengyin said, "Let’s leave here first, and when we return to Tongtian Pavilion..."
She didn’t finish her sentence, but her expression changed: "Yansui, quickly leave here!"
Gu Yansui didn’t quite understand why her tone suddenly beca so urgent, but he didn’t hesitate at all. With a swipe, he gathered the two storage bags from the ground into his ring and dashed towards the direction of Tongtian City.
However, it was still too slow.
A black figure stood silently in his path.
It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, his hair very short, spiked like thorns on top of his head.
Not sure if it was his own illusion, Gu Yansui had the feeling he saw a green light in the man’s eyes.
How could the eyes of a normal cultivator shine with green light?
The middle-aged man’s gaze was fixed on Gu Yansui, the glow in his eyes growing more intense the longer he looked.
He asked, "Your... your parents, who are they?"
Gu Yansui watched him with so caution: "Why are you asking that?"
He originally intended to leave directly, but there was a subtle sense of pressure in the air, and he found himself unable to move.
The middle-aged man sniffed, revealing a look of intoxication on his face: "Such a sweet aroma, your bloodline must be extrely pure. Let guess, whose descendant are you?"
Gu Yansui felt a strange sensation rising in his heart. Could the man’s words be related to his own origins?
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