Bab 1643: Gongsun's Death, Sword Furnace Shocked

The sound of wind and rain, accompanied by the mournful wail of the storm and the constant patter of raindrops hitting the eaves, echoed through the silent hall.

It served as the backdrop to Xu Qing's words, amplifying the weight and authority in his voice.

As the lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the earth, its brightness also flooded the hall, casting light on Xu Qing's towering figure.

His shadow stretched long and vast, completely enveloping Gongsun Qingmu.

It became an overwhelming pressure!

Gongsun Qingmu's mind fluctuated and his expression instantly turned solemn.

Under this pressure, he slowly lifted his head and stared at the Young Lord.

The other party's arrival was beyond his expectations. He had anticipated the appearance of many others this night, but never could he have imagined that it would be the Young Lord, who had always shown no signs of anything out of the ordinary.