The courtyard was deep, and the moonlight resembled frost, like water, permeating the people within the small courtyard.
Young Master Gu fulfilled his wish of having a duel with Rong Heng, only to end up in a draw.
During their fight, Xie Yun sourly scooped up all the meat from the hotpot.
Gu Lan sighed, realizing that Rong Heng's inner strength wasn't as robust as Wei Chengyuan's, but his control over force was even more precise and delicate than the most seasoned assassins.
Every move of Rong Heng's was meticulously calculated, wasting not a trace of inner strength, making no unnecessary actions, leaving no flaws.
She even thought that as long as he didn't exhaust himself, he could maintain a perfect defensive stance until his last breath.
Gu Lan's strength hadn't fully recovered; she was confident that at her peak, she could easily defeat Rong Heng. However, she also knew that Rong Heng was the Ghost Doctor, and he hadn't used poison on her.
