Countless gusts of wind swirled through the courtyard, as if they were about to overturn the entire residence.
Gu Nanfeng suddenly drew his sword. The Wooden Sword left its sheath with a crisp snap, and in the next instant, the gale died away. His blade was already hovering before Yao Jin's throat.
Yao Jin closed his eyes.
A thin bloody cut had opened on the skin of his neck, but he did not care.
From the very beginning, he had known that Gu Nanfeng would not strike.
It was not that Gu Nanfeng did not dare to, but that he could not.
Yao Jin's shoulders were empty, but Gu Nanfeng bore the entire Gu Family on his shoulders—perhaps something even heavier.
"If you dare take a single step out of the City of Light in this lifetime, I guarantee you will not see the light of the next day."
Gu Nanfeng stared at Yao Jin, his voice icy.
"Kill me, and you will find it even harder to see the Goddess."
Yao Jin smiled indifferently. "Only I know where the secret prison is, how many levels it has, how to enter it, and how to open its doors... You were right yesterday. I am indeed a house dog, but thanks to my master's favor, I have been given the authority to guard the house and grounds. This little bit of authority just happens to be enough to stop a great figure like you."
"You came here just to say that?"
Gu Nanfeng remained expressionless.
"I did lose this round against Wutuo."
Yao Jin raised two fingers and slowly pushed aside the Wooden Sword resting against his neck. Calmly, he said, "I admit that I underestimated Nagano. Since you have someone so formidable, why not let him step forward... Why hide