"Gu Bao! Control your insolence!" Gu Yangtian had to finally show his authority, "You dare talk to the elders like that? Are you challenging their authority?"
"Oh, relax, old man," Gu Bao laughed loudly, waving his hand dismissively at his own father as if the Patriarch was just an annoying, buzzing fly, "I am just keeping the mood light."
"I am sure everyone here appreciates my harmless jokes," Gu Bao said, turning his arrogant gaze away from the sweating Patriarch, his sharp eyes darting across the hall until they locked onto a figure quietly leaning against a stone pillar in the far corner.
It was Gu Chen.
Although several days had passed since the expedition, Gu Chen's injuries were still clearly visible.
His face was still slightly pale and though his breathing looked controlled, it was weak.
A faint medicinal smell lingered around his robes.
But more importantly, the usual proud light in his eyes had dimmed.
