Fate

The sword cultivator in the water-blue Daoist robe showed a flicker of deep wariness in his eyes.

Young Master Jin's face darkened further.

Ganxue Prefecture. A Third-Grade Diansi of the Dao Court Office... Gu Changhuai.

A Golden Core Early Stage cultivator.

Outside the Wine Shop, Gu Changhuai stood tall and proud. Even coarse clothes could not hide his exceptional bearing.

Feather-bright Wind Blades circled him.

His formidable, unrestrained Golden Core cultivation radiated a faint pressure.

Young Master Jin frowned. After a moment's thought, his gaze turned cold, and he asked angrily:

"Gu Changhuai..."

"Were you the one plotting all this from the shadows?"

Gu Changhuai looked composed, though a trace of surprise stirred within him.

He was not quite sure which plot Young Master Jin meant.

But he had always been proud and could not be bothered to explain himself, least of all to a depraved son of an Aristocratic Clan.

Gu Changhuai said flatly:

"Will you surrender, or shall I cripple you, bind you with Spirit Binding Locks, and throw you into the Dao Prison?"

Young Master Jin smiled darkly, entirely unafraid. "Chief Inspector Gu, on what grounds would you arrest us?"

"You said it yourself," Gu Changhuai replied coldly. "Trafficking cultivators, taking lives, refining Human Pills. Any one of those is enough to land you in the Dao Prison for a full measure of torture."

Young Master Jin smiled. "I was talking nonsense to frighten that brat. Words alone prove nothing. Surely Chief Inspector Gu wouldn't wrong an innocent man on that basis?"

A mocking smile touched Gu Changhuai's lips. "Something worse than a beast, not even fit to be called human, calls himself an 'innocent man'?"

Young Master Jin's expression changed at once. "Chief Inspector Gu, mind your words!"

Gu Changhuai pointed at Young Master Jin's Storage