บท 877: The First City's Messengers (5)

A brilliant bloom of vibrant red robes floated quietly in the middle of the sky like a bright sun. There was a cold and grim smile on the man's handsome face. His dark, deep-set eyes were like a sharp sword, chilly and fierce.

The man in green raised his head and stared straight into the man's cold eyes. His heart instantly trembled. This was probably the only man here who has the ability to fill him with dread.

He never expected this fellow to make an appearance in Drifting Wind Country.

"Godfather."

As she gazed upon the man in red who was standing in mid-air, Gu Ruoyun's clear, cold gaze slowly displayed a sense of warmth. The corners of her lips curled into a small smile, "You're here?"

"Yun'er, don't worry. As I stand here today, I'd love to see who would have the audacity to lay a finger on you!"

His voice was noble yet domineering. The man gently raised his chin and stared down at the crowd beneath him like a ruler over his people.