"Uncle Gu!"
Mo Hua's expression was grave. He glanced at Gu Changhuai, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said in a low voice:
"It might be Shui Yanluo. If we can't capture him, kill him..."
Gu Changhuai's gaze trembled slightly, and he nodded.
Gu An and Gu Quan also placed their hands on the hilt of their swords, spiritual power circulating in secret, the blades poised to strike.
The man outside the carriage fell silent, but the atmosphere grew ever more oppressive.
Just before they made their move, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and said:
"Cover your face."
Gu Changhuai was slightly taken aback.
As a Supervisor of the Taoist Court, he acted according to the Taoist Law, capturing or killing people openly and honestly, rarely needing to disguise himself.
"If we can't catch him, we must not reveal our identity..." Mo Hua whispered.
