"I say, this Gu... Young Master Gu or whatever, shouldn't everything follow the order of first come, first served?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out from the side, startling everyone present, secretly thinking that at such a time, there was actually someone daring to speak to Gu Zhixuan like this?
Just now, Long Jinjiang's fate was witnessed by several people firsthand. In just a moment, he turned into a pool of pus blood, his death was unparalleled in its horror, and anyone who dared to offend Gu Zhixuan would likely meet the same fate.
When these people turned their eyes to the person speaking, they discovered it was a graceful young girl, whose gaze was somewhat peculiar as she stared at the genius of the Wansu Sect, seemingly without a trace of fear.
