Seeing Gu Shen at this moment, even Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but shudder!
For some reason.
He felt that Mr. Xiao Gu before him was completely different from when they first met...
Zhuang Su had briefly crossed paths with Gu Shen once before. Although it was merely a brush, he hadn't felt that this "key," awaited by the Ancient Literature Society for twenty years, was particularly powerful.
Back then, Zhuang Su attributed this to Gu Shen's short years of cultivation.
But now he knew he was wrong.
The Gu Shen this time, though meeting with a smile and no malice, was shrouded in a dense deathly aura, pressing down so heavily that he hardly dared to meet his gaze.
"Mr. Zhuang, you've been waiting long; I had some trivial matters to attend to just now."
Gu Shen smiled softly and looked at Adam, who was wrapped in bandages beside Zhuang Su, "You've been waiting too."
Adam, wearing that mechanical eye, was stretching his muscles and bones.
