Afterward, everyone left one by one, leaving Murong Huai alone in the Adjudication Palace. With a wave of his hand, he shut the palace doors tightly. He then looked around and said, "Come out. You concealed yourself well. The old me truly wouldn't have been able to sense you, but before the me of today, no one can hide."
As soon as Murong Huai finished speaking, one of the pillars inside the Adjudication Palace began to emit a blood-red glow. Then, a figure stepped out from it, wearing a mask and a blackish-red robe.
"Heh heh, kid. It's only been a few years, yet you've already grown to this level?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Murong Huai froze for a moment. Then he flashed to a spot two meters in front of the man and asked in confusion, "You... you're Uncle Gu?"
Gu Changfeng nodded. "It's been a long time, Little Huai."
"Uncle Gu, it really is you! You disappeared six years ago and never showed yourself again." Murong Huai hurried forward. "Aunt Yan still thinks about you often. Why did you suddenly vanish?"
At the mention of Yan Qingyu, Gu Changfeng's eyes went blank for a moment. Then he sighed. "Sigh, it's a long story..."
"So, the ninth Asura Trial required you to kill Aunt Yan. Then you severed the divine trial with a single strike, enraging the Asura God and bringing down divine punishment. You were cursed? Your face was ruined beyond recognition?"
Gu Changfeng nodded. "That's right. My lifespan was also drastically reduced. At most, I have thirty years left before I perish."
Upon hearing this, Murong Huai couldn't help clenching his fists. Gu Changfeng was now a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo. Even if he could not live five hundred or a thousand years, he should still