Her gaze suddenly became as sharp as a knife, no longer looking at Situ Qingfeng, but fixed intently on that "servant" who had been lowering his head obediently, her voice icy, like clashing ice.
"You! Lift your head! Tell me, where exactly did you get this jade token from?! Gu——Qing——Yun!"
The last three words, she nearly spat out through gritted teeth, each word enunciated with suppressive extreme anger and a trace of incredulous fright!
Directly unmasked, Gu Sheng's hand, holding the tea cup, paused slightly, then he slowly raised his head.
On that unremarkable face, a pair of eyes were like a bottomless icy pool, calmly meeting Nangong Yuexia's eyes that seemed ready to spew fire.
He gently placed down the tea cup, his movements composed and unhurried, as if the oppressive aura surrounding him, which could make ordinary Heavenly Martial Realm martial artists' muscles and bones about to crack, didn't exist at all.
