Emotion Severing Palm Technique

One day, two days—time was like sand slipping through one's fingers, gone in the blink of an eye. Before long, Xiang Yang had remained atop the peak for three days. This was also the final deadline he had given Gu Nantian.

In the valley, Master Xun wore a long-sleeved robe and had dressed himself up neatly. Even his weed-like beard had been trimmed perfectly. Gu Nantian and the other two stood beside him.

"Young Master Gu, Miss Guo, I do not know how much face Xiang Yang will give me. Whether this succeeds or fails, Xun has done all he can."

Ever since Guo Huixue had met Xiang Yang atop the mountain peak that day, they had known that Master Xun was their only hope. Otherwise, Gu Nantian would certainly die.

Fortunately, Master Xun had some ties to the Gu family and was willing to give it a try. Otherwise, trapped in this secluded valley with only the path up the mountain available—and Xiang Yang blocking that path—they could only fight him head-on.

"Many thanks, Master Xun. For such great kindness and virtue, should the chance arise, Gu will surely repay you handsomely in the future. If Gu cannot escape this calamity, then it is simply fate, and no one else is to blame."

Gu Nantian clasped his fists in salute and spoke solemnly with a smile. At this critical juncture, he instead carried a little more composure.

Whether he felt dread or fear, the upbringing he had received since childhood and his pride before the two women would not allow him to hang his head like a beaten dog. From this point alone, he did possess some bearing. No wonder the Guo sisters had both once fallen for him...

At the forest entrance, Xiang Yang carried the blade casket