Each day, he would pace the courtyard hundreds of times, occasionally lifting his head to look toward Lisong Valley, fearing that the unpredictable Grand Peak Master Chen would go back on his word and even more afraid that the proud Nephew Gu would choose to perish rather than submit under the torment of the Yan Cultivator.
If anything were to happen to Gu Tangyin in Lisong Valley, even if she were missing a finger, he couldn't imagine the earth-shattering terror if True Man Dongshan got angry.
"Gu Qianlong, oh Gu Qianlong, sometimes you must bow under a low roof... Please don't harm your martial uncle."
Qian Jin murmured in his heart.
He didn't care what Gu Tangyin had experienced, he only cared if he could complete his task.
Even if Gu Tangyin had to die, she must die back in Ruins Country!
"Junior Martial Uncle Qian, if you're really worried, maybe… we should send someone to the valley to glean some information?"
