บท 500: The Massacre (3)

The following day. 

The light of the morning sun was shining down upon all. 

Most of the participating organizations have pretty much packed up their luggage and were ready to leave. 

Gu Ruoyun had just stepped out from the guest house when a figure in peach-pink robes blocked her from leaving. 

Zuo Shangchen smiled coquettishly. Even the phrase 'a magnificence unmatched in his generation' would not be enough to describe his beauty. As a result, Gu Ruoyun sighed and lamented to herself, why is a coquette like this stuck in the body of a man?

If he had been born a woman, even Wei Yiyi, whose looks could cause the downfall of nations would be no match for him. 

"Xiao Yun'er, why isn't your little footman with you today?"

Zuo Shangchen gently curled the corners of his lips as he shifted his gaze to the space next to Gu Ruoyun. His grin broadened as he did not see the silver-haired figure in red.