His entire demeanour oozed unapproachability.
No, he looked more like a mortal thug.
He looked extremely out of place among well-dressed Taoist cultivators.
"Surname Gu. Aren't you far from the Lingyuan Sect?"
He does not know this person at all. Was it someone that the little ghost king was familiar with?
Timid and bullied. He could not quite place the little ghost king in the company of the orange-haired thug looking person in front of him.
And as for him, Gu Yuze had never met this person before. Never mind, with the man's eyes hidden, Gu Yuze had no idea what he was thinking, and the way his lips were gradually stretching into a grin was hair-raising.
Gu Yuze paused to think about it. This person was not a disciple of the Lingyuan Sect, as it would have been Disciple Gu, not surnamed Gu.
