On Lingxi Mountain, rivers of blood flowed.
Corpses and bones lay everywhere, and under the sunlight, the scene appeared rather desolate.
At the foot of the mountain,
The high-ranking members of the Gu Family all descended. When they arrived beside Gu Zhan, none could suppress a trace of fear; when Gu Zhan lifted his head, some even involuntarily stepped back a few paces.
In truth, previously some within the Gu Family had been dissatisfied with Gu Zhan. After all, in their eyes, Gu Zhan was too arrogant—he refused to acknowledge his ancestry, and boldly demanded the Gu Family become a vassal, which was utterly audacious.
But now, none dared think this way anymore,
They even felt a sense of terror towards Gu Zhan.
Even Gu Fengwei, the Patriarch, felt a chill when looking at Gu Zhan.
"Sixth Young Master, Gu Qianhu," Gu Fengwei stepped forward to pay his respects.
Mo Beiyan gave a slight nod.
