At that moment, the great hall fell deathly silent. Everyone turned their solemn gaze toward Fang Mo.
With a few casual words, he had left Gu Yu battered and disgraced, then used True Lord Qingshui to teach him a lesson.
Neither Fang Mo's strength nor his cunning was something a man his age should possess. Gu Yu had been terribly unlucky, too. Once so proud, he seemed to lose his wits whenever he crossed paths with Fang Mo.
"Truly, every pot has its lid. This kid gets harder and harder to deal with!"
Watching the scene, Bai Haizhou sighed inwardly.
Ever since he had started fighting Fang Mo, Yuxiao Peak had never come out ahead. Mo Xinghe had already lost his life, and now it was Gu Yu's turn. If Gu Yu didn't change his ways, he would likely meet the same end as Mo Xinghe.
"What should I do?"
Bai Haizhou's eyes clouded with thought. He felt Fang Mo was becoming harder and harder to suppress.
"Fang Mo, what do you think we should do about this?"
At that moment, True Lord Qingshui's voice rang down from above. He looked at Fang Mo, his earlier coldness and mercilessness replaced by a smile as warm as a spring breeze.
"Damn it, even True Lord is taking his side!"
Gu Yu's lowered eyes flashed with resentment. But he knew better than to say anything more. He had already disgraced himself badly enough today.
Fang Mo bowed respectfully, then raised his voice.
"This disciple would like to understand the circumstances first, then report back to True Lord!"
"Very well. I'll leave this matter to you. Take your people with you."
True Lord Qingshui nodded with a smile, then swept his sleeve. Golden light surged, and his figure vanished from the lotus throne.