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After the battle between Wei Wuyou and Wen Tian, it was already past noon. Although a grand feast was laid out around Cloud Mist Dianchi, no one paid attention to the delicacies.
When Hong Ling arranged the seating, there was no particular order. Those from Bu Luo naturally grouped together, while those from Nine Nether Gate and Heavenly Gate did the same. The Loose Cultivators also followed suit.
Only Gu and a few others, including the Night Emperor, chose seats closer to the center. In the very middle sat Hong Ling, while Hong Yulong slightly leaned against the Night Emperor and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Ultimately, Hong Yulong felt that as a cultivator from the World of Mortals, he could not be completely neutral like Hong Ling.
The Hong Clan would not entrust everything to someone with biases, nor would they place their hopes on Hong Yulong.
Minghong recalled why he had previously misunderstood Hong Ling's request. That wedding was merely an investment; the stakes were not just about Hong Yulong's arrival but also about his own relationship with Hong Yulong, who remained an invincible figure.
Lost in thought, Gu Hu suddenly felt something poke him in the side. Turning his head, he saw Han Yu pouting at him and remembered his promise to Han Yu.
Alright, alright, let's go then.
Feeling somewhat awkward under the surprised gazes of others, Gu Hu walked to his seat and slightly bowed without saying much, making his way toward the stage step by step.
Seeing this scene, Chongming Guang's pupils constricted, and Dong Yishi clenched his fists, wanting to rush forward. However, Bu Luo suppressed his impulse and couldn't help but sigh; he had grown stronger again.
That Junior Brother—how did he get there so early?
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, didn’t understand. They pointed at Gu as if he could hold them back; even if things went poorly, it wouldn’t be too embarrassing. But with Gu Na's arrival, although it made Mistake uneasy, what if a monster emerged that could even defeat Gu? If that happened, there would be no need for further competition.
That guy actually had a sense of heroism; it was truly unexpected.
The Night Emperor rarely expressed his feelings, but today he did, while Hong Yulong stood by, grinning foolishly at Gu, lost in his own thoughts.
After all, women are just women. Jiang Anbo teased Han Yu, noticing her flushed cheeks as if she had been caught in a moment of embarrassment. He sighed again, reflecting on the nature of women.
Gu Xin shared a similar sentiment but quickly composed herself, scanning the crowd in Taitung. The earlier display of walking effortlessly across the surface of the pool without disturbing a single drop of water was something that only exceptional cultivators could achieve.
With one leg exposed, it was clear that anyone lacking skill would hesitate to step forward.
As expected, Wei Wuyou and Wen Tian exchanged glances with Mistake, both feeling a mix of frustration and resignation at their earlier defeat. They shook their heads slightly.
Neither of them could match Gu Na's ability to walk on water without getting wet.
Beside Wei Wuyou, Gu Yuehe gasped in awe, marveling at Gu Cuo's mastery over himself, which surpassed that of most cultivators present. Although he could also perform such feats, he couldn't do so with the same ease as Yan Dong, who seemed to float like a ghost.
For a moment, the previously antagonistic Both Sides turned their attention entirely to Gu, realizing that no one dared to make a rash move.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and others were uncertain about Gu's intentions and thus had no plans to challenge him. The main forces from the Ninth Underworld were already present, and Wei Wuyou and Gu Yuehe had just fought; they were not ready for another battle so soon.
After a brief pause, Lu Chen Zhou stood up with a wry smile. He flew onto the stage on his sword and helplessly cupped his fists toward Gu.
"Ten years ago, I was not as good as him; tomorrow he will not be as good as me."
The unpredictability of life ultimately drives one to take risks; otherwise, why would I strive so hard?
Gu did not say anything to make Lu Chen Zhou uncomfortable. Although they had met before, there was a certain tension between them. Now, facing off again, with Lu Chen Zhou and Bu Luo at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, how could Gu possibly make a mistake?
There was no choice; I couldn't just stand by and watch as they flaunted their power. Calculating the time, Mu Qinglong should be arriving soon, and Zhu Xian Mountain wouldn't be far behind. The cold winds of the Northern Region were beginning to rise, and the frequency of battles in the Northern Region had noticeably decreased; winter was fast approaching.
Surely, they were seeking the Destruction of the Sect?
There was nothing I could do; I should have known better. The rules of the sect were ironclad, and those people were merely following orders.
Lu Chen Zhou always wore a faint smile, completely contrasting with Wei Wuyou's wooden expression, giving off a warm feeling.
If only I had known back then...
Lu Chen Zhou did not continue down that path. That topic had been discussed countless times already; there was no need to repeat it in front of Gu—it served no purpose.
What I feared would not happen. Many things are destined to end before they even begin. He lived in Dong Lai and would step into tomorrow; it was all predestined. Until Bu Luo truly reached that point, none of them could know what would come next.
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