However, such a powerful aura could suppress everyone, yet it had no effect on Gu Yelin who was closest to him.
Gu Yelin stood there, his face unflushed, his heart calm, still as cold as ever. He resembled a sword with its sharpness completely concealed, without a flaw to be found, chilling to the heart.
In Peng Shaohe's eyes flashed a hint of admiration. He had traveled far and wide for many years and killed countless people, but he had never seen such a man with an iron will and a cold heart! Suddenly, he felt a sense of camaraderie, a feeling of kinship between generals!
Looking helplessly at Gu Yelin, An Yiqing twitched the corner of her mouth, surprisingly seeing a hint of grievance in his eyes.
"Grandpa Peng, this is my fiancé, Gu Yelin."
Peng Shaohe's breath slightly stalled, his brows knitted in shock as he looked at An Yiqing, then at the disguised Gu Yelin.
"...Did he disguise himself?"
