Yao Jin spoke, with a hint of sarcasm.
Song Ci could certainly hear it.
But he grinned and said, "What kind of talk is this? I didn't catch this kind of moment back in the day..."
"Hmm?"
As soon as these words were said, several Holy Judges around the temple were already ready to strike.
"Sorry, don't misunderstand."
Song Ci hastily apologized, his face sincere: "I've been in poor health these years, recuperating at Qingzhong Cemetery, it's really inconvenient to travel across the ocean."
"..."
Yao Jin was expressionless; the files said Song Ci was supposedly skilled in combat, with exceptional body techniques, but lacking wisdom.
Upon meeting him today, it turns out that's not the case.
This guy is not stupid.
"This Brother Lu, how come I haven't heard of him before?" Yao Jin looked at the lean youth.
Using the Ghost Veil to cover his face, and the Divine Concealing Cloak to mask his aura, Gu Shen stepped boldly into Light City.
