Billowing smoke and dust surged up, making the already darkened sky grow even gloomier.
Gu Li rested his saber flat across the horse's back, turned his head, and with a smile asked the young man behind him, "How was that strike of mine?"
"So overwhelmingly fierce, beyond words."
The young man was not yet thirty, dressed in a luxurious robe. He walked a few steps to stand beneath Gu Li's horse, hands clasped, bowing and scraping as he replied, "This Red Lotus Valley never needed to exist in the first place."
This person was none other than Liu Changfeng, his young face full of easy smiles, without the slightest hint of sorrow for Red Lotus Valley.
As if the sect whose mountain gate had just been broken was not his own.
"Haha, this dog of yours is actually somewhat interesting."
Gu Li cast Liu Changfeng a glance, the mockery in his eyes completely undisguised, as if he were looking at a little cur wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
