The buildings in the city are arranged in an orderly fashion, like scales lined up.
Among all the buildings, the most eye-catching is the towering pagoda that reaches dozens of yards into the sky.
At this moment, the topmost floor of the pagoda has a slightly heavy atmosphere.
"Ancient City Lord!"
Yan Ming stood below, bowing to a tall man in a black robe on the steps above.
Looking closely, it was indeed Gu Yuntao.
He exudes an increasingly cold aura, akin to a millennium-old glacier, quietly standing on the steps, giving people a feeling of a barrier that cannot be crossed, much like an emotionless puppet.
"Hmm."
Gu Yuntao nodded slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of curiosity, "You were seriously injured by Yan Ruchen's sword array from the Purple Mountain Association?"
According to his knowledge, Yan Ruchen was merely an Early-Stage Golden Core Cultivator.
