"Let's go."
After seeing "Yuan Ziyi" kill Du Rusong, Gu Haochuan wiped away the tears caused by the intense shock, pulled up his disciple who was nearly blinded, and left the place.
The night passed, and Gu Zhengshan's vision finally recovered, but his eyes were still bloodshot, and opening them brought a fiery pain. They were quite injured.
He closed and opened his eyes, looking puzzled, and asked Gu Haochuan, "Why didn't you capture that imposter pretending to be our seventh brother?"
At this moment, they had already returned to Qingfeng City.
Gu Haochuan didn't answer but instead posed a question, "Xiaowu, let me ask you, what good comes from killing this person?"
"This person pretended to be our seventh brother, stole our Gu Family's secrets, and harbored ill intentions. We should capture him, interrogate him thoroughly, and see if someone is behind it. What more good is there?"
"Then let me ask you again, what good is there if we don't kill him?"
"What good—"
