Gu Yuze laughed at the memory of He Qing calling him a kind person. Even now, it was still hilarious.
Perhaps that was his parents' intention in naming him. His 'Yu' meant jade and 'Ze' meant grace. They had gotten it from his grandmother's favourite poem and it meant, 'A person of jade-like grace. Benevolence spreading across the world."
Gu Yuze had never seen himself as a kind person, neither now nor in the past.
Chuckling to himself, wasn't He Qing a little naïve? He shook his head, recalling that sense of danger that he had felt the first time they had met. It would not do well for him to underestimate himself.
In fact, he could not underestimate anyone. At least, it has not been confirmed. Someone or some people were focused on him. He recalled that ruthless scanning of his body without any care for damage to his meridians. That power was comparable to a Taoist Master.
