With a creak, the palace doors swung open, and a figure in black garb, with a handsome visage, chiseled features, and eyes as bright as stars, walked in.
Inside this figure lay a dormant, vigorous vitality, akin to that of an Ancient Savage Dragon, full of oppressive might. Upon his arrival, the air in the great hall seemed to solidify, and the place fell into such silence that one could hear a pin drop.
No one had expected that at this time, Gu Chen would actually appear here!
"Lord Wuan?!"
After a brief moment, Murong Bo, the eldest son of the Murong family, saw Gu Chen, and instantly stood up, his face filled with shock and fear.
Obviously, the impression Gu Chen had left on him at the last birthday celebration of the Longhu Mountain's grandmaster was profound.
Murong Bo was more than a decade older than Gu Chen, but with just one glance, Gu Chen had inflicted heavy damage on him, leaving an unforgettable memory.